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2 ]0 h3 h0 u% A+ x% j0 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 u) n9 a: f3 D! q5 y: k0 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 u. J& J" v2 f d W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 U/ @6 M; ^: U6 e( _% S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : t. D" N) n: `+ l4 J E4 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 e% X9 p* f" | ` }9 oHow you suffered for you sanity, / D7 ~: b( D4 A; }
How you tried to set them free,
6 L% G) ]* g: }: _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 {% ` F: b- J* ^ h9 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ p, C0 R' _% [; F. ?* n5 k3 W+ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) w! i/ C) O3 C7 C( K5 @( B2 i- `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 x, z4 _6 M0 Y! ]2 jWeathered 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, 8 v3 Q8 |6 t8 A3 [$ c. g% P- t! K* y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ~- d! `5 o0 P* h/ }4 J& mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& ~7 ]; B, o# l8 S* t0 iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 @) @. r. b' I3 s/ {3 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. j3 A5 s" j$ S$ Q: l& d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* q6 z/ g! h3 `0 ?2 I2 ~/ VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 | o! f; H5 S- g9 t, @3 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Y( x- W' I6 V, o4 x2 ~1 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 |- i+ ]8 P& N9 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 I% Z( E# d3 Y* @) OHow you tried to set them free, - J" n2 E+ x Y3 n( A0 N! j
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 t# {3 D) I& ]1 U1 A! X& Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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