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# E5 U/ X1 g0 E9 ~2 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 b# W" {& V1 }: q* [9 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* ]& C" n- T7 ?2 b# m6 c" b* W5 r# f; FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
f5 a& A# G8 x9 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& S r) ~% n& TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 N( ?4 K$ C1 ?8 |3 u% |
How you suffered for you sanity,
% O( S/ c. N9 \6 q& }" F. y& NHow you tried to set them free, ( h1 f5 H9 D9 W& t# a- m6 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 y/ V( x9 V7 O: ]* Q( b4 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ `3 w: M+ [$ O7 Q% m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( X8 Y, G! w& M5 `1 M# f& ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " A# U0 `# `+ U" ?; I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) g" i% r4 m; j3 m0 C% JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 ~( G: @8 c) [/ ]& VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " k& G: p# F. j1 T& n: p! g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- v' Y( F O4 q R( _6 V* [But I could have told you, Vincent, ) S( l+ A. M1 `. l0 K; i+ C3 P4 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ h4 A. Q6 ^# N- DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ^/ g# d+ ^, ^( ]% ] F" G4 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % Y! _* r. F, }& {7 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 X3 A* A" m3 ^! W( J `% G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ W/ P: t$ y( i& [. ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 [8 S' v2 A0 u2 @+ QHow you suffered for you sanity,
# r9 g% `( r* t3 S' `How you tried to set them free, 5 L/ L; w9 V0 e" i, t6 K: b( y: u
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 V* }1 D0 C! h4 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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