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% l! i/ L, A% _% s& DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . N* T) A$ _- M/ q, C1 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / T' W# c! F' b( y# C9 \$ {$ K5 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 P5 d& a! L! I/ q8 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 o) R# @* h1 {5 _% E2 r) j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% D$ y! M6 J7 I( ]$ Z6 t A7 K* J7 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
- o! g. q7 Y) s' |6 D) tHow you tried to set them free, 6 R3 I7 {, Z# |/ v8 ]! ~4 D: k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # W/ Z4 k( y3 v. ^7 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 _; @# ?5 a+ O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
r! i+ ~# q! R, R+ I. g: V# DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 T, A. Z5 |7 S$ y# LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ |* f1 Y u0 @2 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ n$ X" W0 X4 q/ h0 S: p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) ?* X6 j* E* t; J9 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# {0 V3 q' ]8 I% Q+ YBut I could have told you, Vincent, - p, C( i$ S; w$ N+ O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 q/ x+ @& P# k/ v$ ~. lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / B2 f9 @8 j! t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ }( l0 G4 r& c3 a! L+ K/ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ n8 l K- Q3 a6 @$ [) EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + k; L6 b, M n5 l; N6 l- v% P' f9 q- v
( q0 j$ ~/ x7 z( f& X3 |/ HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + w2 E/ J% h+ c
How you suffered for you sanity,( I+ {8 x2 f" x, ^
How you tried to set them free, , m# @$ w3 Z" e# _0 V0 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, + d! }( @' l' P$ z
Perhaps they never will. |
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