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; b$ Q. P8 d8 e. {9 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 S. l p, P( \3 X: X- Q7 y! R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( U/ K; V/ x; D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) \; L* R3 j$ N- E' \" V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * _ q% K3 V- Q1 O4 M( d2 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) u! i" _) a; Z- h3 jHow you suffered for you sanity, * c; H) ~; }# m+ K* @, A
How you tried to set them free, " X6 y& Q5 H$ W6 u* r2 o5 O0 S8 F% K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 m3 c9 D; E7 M4 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ w* |" m& v1 l, u7 |4 @3 l) t) qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / x$ G+ a4 i9 R. w; M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 {) h0 m; M, w! @& f( f5 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . h' R6 o- t. M6 }4 a
' O( f) W5 L* X* t- y) ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 Y* Q; V* {/ Q: R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 N( i' m$ _& a. i. S! lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / J. ?3 {. }* X# o0 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 z1 b" m# n9 M" S! U- pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* {- B' _! y7 C$ k/ b. f: FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ b. P7 Q/ r3 v1 e/ i, [; X. aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * y! T- ~& l+ A; g6 w4 w# w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' q8 R6 U. B( ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 f( F& w" b5 W8 O' C5 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; F: `0 y/ Q# w& b6 s
How you suffered for you sanity,; f. c& M! x* X' F/ n
How you tried to set them free,
! D; e1 `3 }: q6 g1 @They would not listen they're not listening still, / s& v+ ^% X3 ^8 Q3 E9 K: N
Perhaps they never will. |
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