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. r' g; X8 b+ v: UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ m- O) m+ I h3 v& C7 b/ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 l7 h" z3 f9 q) ?# r* _. [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( z& m. ~* I0 m# P+ ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 X* R9 B' d+ J, t& A INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( |8 K8 ?1 A6 _6 K: h( W9 _0 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
: n$ j/ _& T# N) H' tHow you tried to set them free, * P3 m3 z6 k4 @5 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 K3 p* {3 J- l& L& N5 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ^+ a2 ~6 t2 K0 h' Y4 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ H5 V- t! v3 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 j6 n% h" D9 u# i/ [5 Z7 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' a* C, D( q( Y: B- ~- X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 G. \! o8 x" [: N5 Y. NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * Z9 A2 l% D' P! Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( B3 B, }' ]: B4 [9 c7 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 s$ p( `. {4 j: R/ D1 E# s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; J+ ?/ X- m' O7 S
) u3 c& j' s! ]3 }9 Z nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, t# O& _: y. ]3 l9 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : a6 V- j0 s Q, X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 A0 C5 @8 w4 f* N* IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 x' i# Z3 [; O- N/ X; W5 Y, m& xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 A& P& x$ q0 L0 O) o# Z; ?& nHow you suffered for you sanity,/ M& U/ l$ o Z, o4 x0 w; [3 b7 Q
How you tried to set them free, 7 V X* _0 [4 d5 v% e# }/ r
They would not listen they're not listening still, & z E% I* @# h6 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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