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4 x- G" F8 {7 s R9 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 c- j/ [$ x1 W HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. @6 T& l+ V5 J5 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ {( n! K( {1 b# r$ c' B- ^! y+ R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 Q/ k1 ?0 z$ C6 x3 m5 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ q. A4 @6 p# c7 `! CHow you suffered for you sanity, : J% n$ {1 p, I. b9 F
How you tried to set them free,
6 ^+ n5 I+ b! E! ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. T, t0 M5 {8 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " \& P. H) Q8 i% s7 g4 J; x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 N, R% W) H1 h5 E- U& K- ^" ~. v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + `. W1 Z' H! c Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % d1 F9 _6 }+ r8 A1 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 H! N$ z- ?) K1 z1 { r) A3 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 k; ?3 E6 x2 W. W' e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 x9 V/ \2 U2 h, s/ t! z0 x- N- Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, , E% w" t* ]+ A2 [& U, E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 o" O. E0 C0 j' m% k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) M) K) z" Z. g2 Y* mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 L. L9 R* ?; z2 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) C$ r& g2 h. j* e: |The 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,
. Y& A/ ]5 r1 ]% |. a O$ KHow you suffered for you sanity,
" ^5 d7 N0 V( b8 N% U6 f& n0 i7 UHow you tried to set them free,
6 u: O8 T9 x, D- i7 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ n* ?7 v" W* [7 V1 i* R1 `- T
Perhaps they never will. |
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