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3 k( r, k3 A# ~( J. t3 q& uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' w# w; U9 P! r) NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, \6 u0 i u2 v4 r2 M: ~9 R" Q4 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ ?/ `2 j" w) DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # p J! e* D5 W J q. T3 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," U3 k% W$ }& V* w1 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
& m; j4 b: U" ^& Y, C* YHow you tried to set them free, 5 g* ~6 i% j) q: L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& r2 G4 u$ F3 I9 ~% @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 o& v4 R+ D8 ^, R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 d' |) u; W2 Z( T9 R5 F6 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 n7 [% x) W' P; a( c/ L* p8 `. ~0 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 H. @7 d3 C8 k0 m1 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( Z9 C0 D* `, j2 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D8 d+ I0 C' `* A* q- B+ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 O! p% a% O0 l' l% _, |+ y8 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, & G1 k) E+ p! U$ d3 B9 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" J; P' D; V) ^/ o2 x2 B2 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * @$ q. P( `) D- f! [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 S# }: J- @- ]2 G5 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
R4 M; q0 l; S: B) N4 ^$ N' UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & M( s( M, n1 O! u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 E K6 a% r$ RHow you suffered for you sanity,5 i3 Z Y3 B* n3 X' N! E4 x3 B: \
How you tried to set them free, 0 p) ^ y7 B; `1 M+ w/ r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 E' [: e4 w, e& N6 y5 a) ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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