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( b0 w% u3 D. a6 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ t. E% m! ] s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " K! H) p! A9 K" q5 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 @5 R% A0 w0 X. ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 o6 R& l2 J; ]0 L, p+ |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," C$ \9 K A1 b, D# o
How you suffered for you sanity, - J! m, h' Z. A+ U# Y
How you tried to set them free,
, f( ?0 |+ T/ Q; P# X* _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. P3 {; k# C) g0 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 r8 v. M/ t- s9 t% f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 S% @ n4 p5 z* z, Z2 l/ Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 m$ m" x! b% ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' ?/ d% `2 _2 u8 x3 u) yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , l T. ]6 J& F! {! Y4 A( [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ Q! S6 q+ C- [# x" l: [/ C6 ~# X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) s5 m! G. j; D2 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 d m$ [; B) t# I- O1 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ C1 |% m( h) U6 A0 Z3 `! G7 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 O2 s: ?& A Q2 Z' c/ ?1 ^+ O! fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 I0 |1 r1 l* U" L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) x# g; E* l) ~. R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' c) T" w: g Y, k8 Q/ o
: I+ O; E( F! M# ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 X2 V' j" ]7 a$ n& R; p4 @How you suffered for you sanity,
1 n4 h7 T: `; |0 I! H1 T1 h8 vHow you tried to set them free, 5 C! z# j2 ^8 t/ X% ~( }8 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 S% E7 H, u; r1 D) K/ H- qPerhaps they never will. |
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