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0 t) A( s! t, h1 f* F; SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " w, a- a9 F3 A3 [+ ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 X- R D7 h7 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& A6 b5 Y8 E' N3 P. }7 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) J0 {3 c) f. [3 Z& k7 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 O; I. t" c5 j" E( Y5 t7 W) dHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 V _0 N2 t, D& f* W- b1 h: DHow you tried to set them free,
8 r& y& N3 F8 w" T6 u+ |% \* _+ pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # J1 f1 O0 v& @$ u0 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ |6 A4 ^- T9 I( R! t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) Y% v+ z5 t7 s) H* j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 b3 l& s# w$ w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 ]) M" p/ m. ~- E1 I6 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& V% t# `: ?3 I, z I$ w6 @ X4 u& @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ f6 y& P1 }" |2 L8 J1 q, F. W( iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( E0 O4 p, S% W( z, \) v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 V+ p/ C& k8 j; N, H, Y4 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + _' a$ T/ I9 ^3 t j/ F
5 ^2 U; m" G/ U, iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ u& e# V& `. w gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 s* v# @ W+ Y. sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& U b% U, |: Z- c& d1 ]/ J5 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# g- {: ~+ {! T& Y& RHow you suffered for you sanity,. i& d3 {' o# }( d1 o
How you tried to set them free,
, t) O. H$ i. }" \$ qThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ l7 H) a, ^) L" E
Perhaps they never will. |
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