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3 J r' D. R h- oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' H# j7 V& T& y7 b. b$ r' [8 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! |# e* I$ E% u( w$ h& p0 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 R9 G' `- q* i5 D" Q* S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 I# g$ Q0 u a# Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. G- i P& r. Y) aHow you suffered for you sanity, " v. [9 k% n/ R4 N9 k1 A8 [. f, f
How you tried to set them free, / \, z7 U" f2 Y8 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * Q, z. b; I. ?7 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 j# X8 j3 L% ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 r2 R" w* c! J! g: ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& D& L8 m+ q+ v1 M+ cWeathered 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,
) G9 M3 `8 a& Y" eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 n9 |0 B' j- U7 v# l& a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 h7 ]7 \4 b" }9 d0 c( B- x' OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 ^. C$ V4 X" S6 ~* s8 b& j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 i x5 ?2 y. @' c2 h1 d, ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! d, ]5 s' j; R8 D' {/ J; T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 T/ p2 e6 U( _8 C" R( ?8 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # h r7 H6 S, q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % ~( N% U, { H* g1 S$ ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 _1 s5 `' y" f E# O% j. I5 H
How you suffered for you sanity,+ ^( J# i( ?+ [7 x* S
How you tried to set them free, 5 u5 l" U+ w3 J" \# A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 V% @; `& o/ H* t. C: v, R
Perhaps they never will. |
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