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7 G: F0 R3 E% w; GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. b, k5 w/ z9 P! G5 W& aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) Q: v( Q, F7 Z6 k& p' l" e; j# Y& X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 X% Y2 k6 a6 h4 z+ S; D7 N# G; u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: }. ?. S! ~- v% w- XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 Z+ ^7 k ^, }& K& Y2 THow you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^) {6 o( z ^5 O2 o1 y# r% ]+ ] QHow you tried to set them free, / O- ~) n( j8 I. P8 k5 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- e8 N$ ?. ^$ f n9 j' |) GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ f* e7 {5 U/ U% h& p1 u7 w( ~, |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 e* c/ ?- u1 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, l+ a. s2 l1 p. l+ O1 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 } v; m" e3 b3 `( }. o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # N! Q8 m5 v" z- S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * Y2 X: R: ?! B l+ B: K4 r; h- W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" P1 o" m2 Z( a% w/ ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " Z6 ^4 |2 d( t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 _2 {7 K T. E: YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 \0 _" y9 ^1 z, ]. Y- bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, w& b* v( p9 o1 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 R0 L7 n( Y1 C6 g+ A
/ W, N& Y7 }+ K1 _- JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 ^) m" Z! [& U4 `; h2 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 L6 U* Q0 Z. c; K) N, h( q: DHow you tried to set them free, ; R% y/ b8 L6 W2 L$ e* M; ]5 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 Z4 t( O, F" X6 M7 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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