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h7 b$ \# H; u8 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 T% ~; R! Z! a, i, R; N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* q9 H9 ]1 Z+ M# v' JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" ?7 \4 D) F! wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 {" b y6 k! N/ S9 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ T9 e6 Z5 E; t! o2 [( OHow you suffered for you sanity, - v7 O2 ]# w3 T8 M7 g
How you tried to set them free,
; ]: }' b; j, d& V$ dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * B+ Q" y1 [8 v0 T7 K1 W' @- h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 J$ F- p0 l% J5 k$ M# aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # }' g* M- a8 }' k! F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # b) x0 m4 W0 ?! V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! E+ g9 s. J4 K: V& ?2 b) {' q* V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- M" {$ j, g, N2 n8 K# X* y: UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % d1 U1 J- H2 b% [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 p$ o0 Z' N; ~- K! i9 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% f0 F4 m7 L% K6 Q6 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 k% b( B4 M6 z/ z+ U1 p% ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' s6 ]8 c1 T) C, U" V' b) VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) O/ w2 H4 s) n0 F$ r
, s6 N4 }! k6 m6 w2 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 j: n* X4 O" e3 ], i' F7 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
( F0 `9 r' O6 V0 _4 J% BHow you tried to set them free,
# g- F8 A8 G# g- d3 L% s8 X4 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, , _- W* T" T+ s" z" c; t
Perhaps they never will. |
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