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* | V" |/ w/ y( bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : e3 a" J, N( D6 U" S9 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, T. k1 j% @& t3 n" J" ~# b, i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: q0 @' D: P' I$ M7 B7 M( C! H" F* l. [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. c$ W* Z [* b, f- yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 f( m; E/ M: ]; d4 z! `How you suffered for you sanity, 5 ^ X0 x" U7 }8 @' y, d
How you tried to set them free, / Y2 U8 @; h1 ] C! W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 {. B/ g0 c, |$ EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, ]: {# E5 |* Q8 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, J8 | S) g: Z) A( q" d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 A. J7 X1 l1 G( @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 Q6 R2 L. b K4 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; f: W( r6 x- ?* |9 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 k: a1 ]1 z: g; o& j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 ]$ z$ x3 b$ T! QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, b. f! a8 a7 W e) AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 o3 J& G( ?" B Y) G9 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ^1 X( T6 I7 d" Q) XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 W' l2 U/ S) v; `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : W" P$ `0 X$ w T' X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) y6 z6 r" @2 P; {5 ]0 SHow you suffered for you sanity,5 l' H. `' e" p) F
How you tried to set them free, # _1 u9 Y$ c, }* S0 x" E& @& Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 W7 Q0 j* W( X# F
Perhaps they never will. |
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