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' a7 \( ^/ x4 {0 X( c5 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, b" y, F) L# _9 I* b5 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 v& ]* z H- C3 e, {7 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- Y2 C* @% z8 O" m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 s) g. k' P0 W: y/ s* W' f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ d- {* _- \* l3 {1 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, % b2 `, Q/ A% e' V
How you tried to set them free,
$ ]* j, O4 Q9 w tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) X O% O0 m2 ?! T* T6 k$ D# L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 U1 _: `- c9 \! V3 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! r+ o- f) I% v9 E( O1 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 f: @1 h0 ?' v% k% a5 I2 LWeathered 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,
; g# y( Z+ J* iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 O& l' a$ p( n( OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 k' P% [) t8 I5 ^6 W% s1 h9 EBut I could have told you, Vincent, + v9 L' L% f4 n8 _- ^/ x0 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # m# r1 j" K; |: ]* l. t. x) I' Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 M+ F& n# e4 E" M/ g9 Y) |. {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. z; c. z6 Y7 Q& EThe 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, 4 u0 R9 o) }: k: \" W& O2 j
How you suffered for you sanity,& H5 N" D. ~, U/ E% J
How you tried to set them free, & R6 b$ T, B% T& X6 {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ X* Z( z# ]% K2 s* s, b; i! hPerhaps they never will. |
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