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9 v$ n- \* k$ z. H V$ xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 M7 t3 u+ [+ k) a, M- S) O T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' f o5 a2 c% ^7 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% _; a: k$ M" q+ {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ]8 Z8 l4 w' L XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- t j% H6 T6 T0 C. Y5 i
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 q8 s/ ~# _, v" F# L$ ]
How you tried to set them free,
$ N# G9 w- m# Q# LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' A- I( A8 K, u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( w1 v( w. X) c l: k2 v3 H7 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 M1 i4 K6 D; h) j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* R& g& ^ @2 O* }7 i. iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , p. D/ w( Q! N2 E2 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 z$ C7 w& { N4 S% p, |7 }+ a" b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * O/ s3 Y# e. K J. ]& n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% K4 }" L8 z# Y% fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 F/ p; q, ?5 r6 b) OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 U/ y/ a4 @" \, T$ B% iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& v E3 Z" l& G" T, PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + N1 M: ^" P0 r+ r; U, M, e' o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 h/ I# a* b+ j8 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 m& v# C: o) s/ d k5 Y6 `* }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 @& \% j1 E# u a0 L$ o/ b9 F* pHow you suffered for you sanity,% i7 d) f @" r; l8 s0 h4 Z/ v% e! T
How you tried to set them free, ( v4 U. v! c; j" K5 b a6 q/ {; p
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 B4 a9 \) V' i- |/ A
Perhaps they never will. |
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