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" h9 k" U4 i/ {% ^* f: {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( [2 `/ v% d5 M; |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 Z0 }6 z& X0 _" F2 l, g* I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 B+ D% ]5 |% t+ i& y& k8 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ?4 E8 g4 R" i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, d* r1 W' y9 m- S
How you suffered for you sanity, ( [- q+ [% O; B* i
How you tried to set them free, 6 }6 [# P, l; t( m# b2 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ F3 d, i# T. V1 ~% p4 d7 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 {( F( U0 ]4 u* Z9 T, lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & f/ n4 O% c' V2 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! `/ I! I0 T5 D I: w( y( Z4 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% O/ c- Q. y* ]: y6 J$ a# @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 @/ Z6 W# g7 e' D. W3 t7 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # N% y, G3 h$ x5 s. Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 G; n9 \. f2 q0 I3 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 F0 y. ?. i$ r* U5 Q {0 h+ [6 y: q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. K+ |2 F. d0 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 i! b, |- f8 x8 V5 C" s' yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# E5 v5 n6 w) y4 f- hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 w8 t4 |1 X8 Q) zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # D j" M! f9 }" k6 w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 P6 d$ i, @1 e0 j4 @2 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
; V& t' p9 N) ~5 h- A f- F$ p c. dHow you tried to set them free,
; g4 r- Z A7 o. k1 T% HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! Y7 I; J; ~8 [+ TPerhaps they never will. |
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