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: r2 X! \ D' m6 h. K# j" ^/ E2 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - F3 z; ^* c1 V1 L* C6 y0 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) a8 o% f A r6 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 B1 z4 |- c1 b# h# @1 G9 _# w. J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. b s- \, B# V% i9 Y( VNow I understand what you tried to say to me, ^1 {! f6 \- i) j7 g L; ~5 g% a
How you suffered for you sanity,
* y7 g7 y N8 @6 r s9 iHow you tried to set them free, 2 \! h2 t" O* L1 F, r4 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 ^/ c8 J( y3 i( G+ SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 T2 Y0 ?$ m2 p t2 l& I. v3 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 k' V" h! ]9 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 @0 k8 ~# U* h1 Y3 ]4 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% A ]% C& o3 T4 m4 s2 m3 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; y9 W, d" I+ h. ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 g3 v7 O8 [9 D" k! x- r( JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . f8 `% t) f- t. G0 W; ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, + P. m( d: d3 I) t; \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, y* b3 c! _. M2 q6 ^4 @, bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & u d4 P8 e7 n4 o3 T0 U8 q G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 @) U0 g# S+ S# A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " E) B2 _: S% y# ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 f4 D) H. I& ^$ q3 C7 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" I" _/ P" i3 t1 N8 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 B8 ~! K6 ]( v8 l6 }. P8 X+ N4 [" RHow you tried to set them free, % n5 d4 ?6 a( Q# `5 J% T
They would not listen they're not listening still, + k b* i2 b/ Z; V5 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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