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4 k) Y% S, L1 v. W4 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 x _2 B; x, E" W0 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! @4 b/ w: R" ]3 }' e& G) c4 V) A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! Y# Q/ n# e1 r/ O0 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & _3 X" e; M" O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 I5 J" e) |+ ? D
How you suffered for you sanity,
, s* l: m# i% w/ Z/ z7 CHow you tried to set them free, " E$ Y- n7 x( c. P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , q4 u& D5 J0 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 q% \: c% ?5 {5 W( dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 G' \7 {( u0 _2 }; x* oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# k' C# B* p* `+ U9 b: I \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ l$ B4 ]0 I( I4 w4 t- \; b
4 Q2 Z$ H$ g) v. LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% J" a' C, ?3 z) C9 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. s2 p7 d, x; | w5 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 Q$ E* F: s/ I9 q4 C+ ^- G9 V2 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ k8 V" V& P+ l2 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # {- Z- ]3 Z0 ]; W G e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 u; ~7 P' H* s% X; s2 B( K1 Y2 w4 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 I2 ~, e- J' P# s# f3 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 t$ ^1 t* q3 X3 T u0 }7 u y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 o4 l' J& v" }- m! _+ N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& `5 M! Y- E; o2 k% NHow you suffered for you sanity,0 L% s& G6 \" U4 x' x
How you tried to set them free, 7 J8 K0 \! B, u. @; T& [2 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, & K0 x" X! ~( P0 `; S
Perhaps they never will. |
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