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6 |7 l5 m% a- I4 {! [9 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 y1 D9 n+ f/ [( [- j$ z: t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! U% \" ~' K( ^8 q- M, BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" |3 j2 I2 a/ v: L: E$ v) yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : ^- N' l& c( ^9 J) u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Q: n* I9 l" H. O# v% ]. {' PHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 H V. e, l" [" w
How you tried to set them free,
4 g. `9 O7 ?4 q- D8 ]- RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ J' I# g8 P% ~- Z* PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + N V) |( e2 d4 d( ?) s! K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % z; z2 m" V/ b' y' t7 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ k O1 y4 b/ }9 T( _# PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" H* j1 V* `0 V! i, u! n7 E1 L, EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 m) ~: q0 i6 B/ O. B& _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : Q' J4 i" \3 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 t) L. m* e0 h+ X9 } O( V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 Q6 \+ v: Y% [' q& m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 _" F- S0 P0 D$ t9 p( l! L( K
, J0 t6 j& w" \4 Q5 P. [6 M- `& k/ qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. w) V" e8 w& W( ~, WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! S% L4 X% U: i% O6 ?! RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 c" E! v( D* W! D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 r' s4 X- K1 G* l8 ]5 S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) ]6 n$ k. G( UHow you suffered for you sanity,
T5 z- m' t+ {5 P" _ q" oHow you tried to set them free, , |0 x- j$ {% [* r: m0 b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, }# B+ G: U5 K: r8 nPerhaps they never will. |
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