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- I3 m( @4 M) V/ b0 {- j- sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & N+ ^- X1 X2 t4 ?/ l2 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 S4 v1 H9 v" \2 T: c0 k$ W! g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 y( n, w: U+ iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, C2 ]& ?1 \8 I; K% [5 M" l/ CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 P! F& j) P, U* ~9 {) }5 h; A2 r( WHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 j7 ~6 s3 z$ CHow you tried to set them free, " b& Y$ {% h* t, @. Y$ |! ~& o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- e% b/ w! E; ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 L# o+ w3 ~/ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 \1 i! L6 W& W {9 `4 I, p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
g* o. X- a% e$ RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! ~8 \5 U2 t: q) i2 z) J, tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 q8 s2 G1 Y- n' P G3 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; a% o+ ?) j" h$ s+ _5 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% P% k1 Q2 o2 M" [6 n+ {But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 i8 d9 [. ]! J* G( v1 f5 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 R$ N) p7 i4 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
V1 u+ y# E8 u; M5 y) s6 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
t: ], \0 t: nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 d3 F. c" @" i: e9 S8 ~8 n5 E0 e- fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 ^1 j ^' X' D& M( i
. k! N: N. Z; O2 h" T) TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , V/ L7 v% m# L+ S
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 w- L) w- R* s' L8 D9 DHow you tried to set them free, + u. K, b W" W" C6 o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. g' Z$ T( e3 m* z) |/ ~9 L4 hPerhaps they never will. |
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