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A9 Z5 V9 v" n9 X- YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 g! w8 W$ l: D# x9 B9 m% x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' S5 f7 T7 `3 }+ V& d+ S1 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- q2 f% P' |$ Q7 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 ^: B0 z& A! {# zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
C# {1 G: V ?* H6 i3 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
n0 | C; e0 J7 x. ~: o& gHow you tried to set them free,
5 {5 {9 N* g4 R) W4 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . R: d' `1 @) P' V; `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 f" k: t+ [ Q( ~: z- eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' V# `' [) T( w! O a! k' p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * e; A( b8 T1 w f( R3 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 b: [, v8 i: t# nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * P9 @9 b6 d2 T$ y: K8 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , O$ e% f. U4 ^+ l& B3 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ^8 ^1 M: z9 \4 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Z. l$ V* N# G% e/ G6 D# }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# @; R4 B3 l! j( @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , Y9 z4 r. X* N) X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # a9 b& C$ P5 e8 F' m t- R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 {9 d" m+ E$ r5 c0 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& L: P$ z, e) c2 [- @! iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 \6 Q0 q$ m( J5 [1 F+ F( A0 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 {7 M1 [" w2 U, m8 YHow you tried to set them free, . _6 T" \4 n5 k' ~( Z' E
They would not listen they're not listening still, & ~+ M3 K" j. n$ D2 }9 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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