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$ p! S% n. o; d) v. b8 j- P; R, IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) \" b& n6 }$ ~- O. R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / I1 O: n: t" p3 N, e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, E( {& o2 q8 p2 B' R8 ^1 X! ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ q! Z$ s8 l7 y( DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# H1 I. G k# I* r4 A& m' d8 f' Y3 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
}, D/ w" J7 \+ f1 XHow you tried to set them free,
6 ^4 ?( Z) r7 @& S& z3 p1 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 B* y$ V3 g; r9 F9 x" l T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 J) q% ~- N4 x# D& A+ R0 Z S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# M2 q6 h7 @! Y" @6 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 Z# U: b) G' O' c- L# R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 l6 K/ z9 K/ s. L1 Z8 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - P( C3 K5 p; _: r' D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" i ]5 D& {2 t( J/ M9 Z; HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 O% X. G/ [5 ^6 g) H0 G8 L* d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ y" b& |/ R( {9 V3 [+ h1 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) a+ `4 l' h( Y; fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( n+ @) `8 | u6 @4 w* d6 v, v3 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( W9 m# y! y8 g0 e2 L, _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 P5 Y' M8 b8 A8 r7 a' |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 E3 {0 H% j* R) N0 j
9 t# x9 x2 x+ u$ l1 a/ ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: s7 V3 R; ~/ C& h. ~& w+ M/ {" hHow you suffered for you sanity,6 S- x1 _7 h: l* G! L6 n
How you tried to set them free,
8 b( U- f9 g: q% ^# wThey would not listen they're not listening still, % _3 @0 y3 O, B/ d' b9 g1 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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