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6 {, n6 |* J* E% @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 T6 |' ~9 O ~- oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " a5 }7 Q- w/ X, Q8 j5 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, U! _( r4 k2 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( `8 p0 I }$ |' JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 c* x8 f4 _; Z/ q, k6 c* aHow you suffered for you sanity, ( Z, P. d- l7 R8 k" N
How you tried to set them free,
0 K6 L( p) Y2 z# X. b* GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; P) T* ], b; r: }0 O2 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 p6 A+ D. N" `; uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , B. ?$ J4 |2 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
R1 Q* C! m5 u* g3 ^# mWeathered 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,
. L+ b: {7 B6 t W) P+ cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 J$ o. F9 Q, \8 t$ L4 E: {! [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" c, ^- I: P* L* u! |# V" g* eBut I could have told you, Vincent, " F1 G1 T. c) v8 F" U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & p) L* {8 x" J3 {: o
* z' x% P0 Z0 L% u4 Z9 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 {% ^* N+ J6 \ A! BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' E5 W C, }1 ~5 j' L& pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& O" u1 p7 V5 b! e x1 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : }5 J$ K) g F9 n" }1 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
( _: m$ X: o, H! DHow you tried to set them free, " e! L' Z7 s7 a+ i' m
They would not listen they're not listening still, " H( ~( u/ B, T* R" P
Perhaps they never will. |
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