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& u8 n A* m9 i7 }# NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, U9 @4 j5 x% a& V" L9 C$ W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% c0 i" M+ @* Z1 c2 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! p: g. o# B' n, h2 y9 W: r+ S) T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 {% N. N& z7 n% sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 @0 d7 Q! R6 d+ ]$ ?/ D1 ~2 y5 O
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 P+ q) g! ]) W* k# ^+ G
How you tried to set them free, 8 i3 O/ N3 y0 I* o& ]! v5 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 u& ]) }, _( V! eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% J% [2 U" e1 x% {9 N# B9 p8 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ A I, N5 q, g. WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ E/ K& N1 q" C- J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 G, |" d2 Y1 r
. t" H6 m' H i; ~* V) b$ {3 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / i* z" i& S/ T; {7 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' w2 ]' {" n% O5 Y9 z! ]! OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) C/ c* l, x1 {/ H: v8 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ }, M4 B0 D. N2 _" {: G( @- ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 a3 G/ T' | p/ r# D u! _6 U1 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% x9 [# L* v( BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 N0 J& h8 m+ u7 u6 F9 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' d# @% h& j( `" U4 P9 I1 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " v8 ?# {1 y. w: h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * k6 f, y, d+ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
# `1 l( q3 X+ lHow you tried to set them free, / O- y8 V. S! m, e2 P$ J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 O1 ?% @, e. {) t; oPerhaps they never will. |
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