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( s9 J* M* _/ I8 r5 a- ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , z `) G2 i9 S! |# Q9 C$ t( Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' j5 p9 z/ n8 E/ b& L% ]: g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ i6 N! h4 P, ?; T; `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. @ L2 g5 ^# k2 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 X- _1 d4 k. S3 o; ?' a2 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Q! z4 F( v9 K3 {& t9 g4 vHow you tried to set them free, . q* t5 \) V6 Z, g% d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) W( g% i$ J; Q0 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 ^, s3 T" x6 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; q$ _" X" ?$ l" l- ~. i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 b: E2 w/ `4 K* YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' L3 s/ C1 L% G. ~6 M6 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 u y) C/ b; A" X/ H9 M2 L2 O4 w% wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& N' w. M- T8 W7 @+ f; I/ xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 G( F+ E/ V( ~5 Z3 |3 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, # ~4 F' X5 W: m. y. t; c% {& ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * J; ?0 o$ ~7 W1 e6 {- \ b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ q( t$ {% C4 X* P; N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 \" L' @" F/ j3 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 B. h" q1 H' O7 E1 z
1 l! _1 U# d& DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 y7 Y9 A+ l PHow you suffered for you sanity,
# g: X8 v( _! Z, Y/ `How you tried to set them free, j$ I" h; B& g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 W$ m y4 J* `
Perhaps they never will. |
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