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% K' h7 O9 G$ S7 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( S* \% j( I6 N! V s3 D: o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* `5 h: J8 h6 W1 \5 G8 Q8 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, _" q9 s' ] K5 y! X" fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 @: ]; a8 f* n( y: {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
d% C3 g) @" H8 @# l' B2 V/ PHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 A$ I4 x3 g# @# n# M* `# dHow you tried to set them free, & Y! f9 q3 A0 m/ b$ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 L9 f# s4 l9 Q1 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( w& n' b( ^: q1 N$ ]+ ~) pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' S& v. q& c$ l/ h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 p. D; u5 r6 r0 L% h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / W- G: w6 l5 n& A3 y
: e6 O2 n" ]4 d9 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 i% `8 }& i, C1 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 I2 Q( Y6 W- I" o M/ t8 S; }0 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , k. a/ z, ~* C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; X! j% f, |( F0 k$ j& c" Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 @/ X. Q# o2 a& g& k: O {7 \; G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 c* `7 d1 }/ p/ |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# _0 n' I; @: r8 O/ v0 I+ g- p7 T% T2 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # H" {7 m% w& h5 K" o3 S) R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" p' {4 k& j* e& y# R0 B% @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ V: [" D/ r' a6 O# S+ ~, C/ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 [0 q& R0 h" U: oHow you tried to set them free,
: N6 v: w. K+ C8 B& AThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 e" k! |8 U% o; @. u9 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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