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+ L! @: }% C. w" {. cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 s# ?/ t) q4 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% @* F2 H3 b& D4 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 P8 x7 ^! k9 U& Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' C) ^, V% A- x5 @& n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! m3 T4 V9 A, r: q
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ z; V, K. M" N0 d$ X; MHow you tried to set them free,
+ j6 |* [2 {/ A! X& v. d, Y. W8 n$ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 [; E7 t5 x6 n( V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 y8 V; `3 j: i6 \( q- w9 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 J, z+ K, h/ i# S8 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& y/ ~9 F6 G" V8 BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ y! c6 {6 U0 z* T+ E1 B& r3 V# VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* Q2 q' o" g. }9 g; N! QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( Z6 t- F# |3 W2 l' X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( l; S0 L( z7 w- ]. rBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' o8 b& d, c' w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; O9 T2 c( b- t+ |1 y
3 j+ G6 j& T' v: G4 f) NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: g$ }& i. e# I" G2 b- U6 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " n2 i( K+ O7 L0 P2 H! {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& B" ~, `4 B, L) ^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,
# P1 r5 I+ j" e# h2 }. B0 d* X# |How you suffered for you sanity,
- z; a2 Z! \% a& AHow you tried to set them free, & i7 J# ~" a j! @$ _
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( T3 n! e: z! A" f$ E4 l6 a+ z
Perhaps they never will. |
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