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4 |, t4 p' t |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; w/ ]8 ?' j3 `3 E, U* ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : [8 u! Y; N- j' m/ \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ h4 F6 b3 x4 t7 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ y( w( p* f( INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) @- I# w' R8 T( a/ UHow you suffered for you sanity, & X+ d7 b! h7 c3 z+ Y
How you tried to set them free, 4 H1 Y; |4 n+ O6 x) q/ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! K( ~+ }3 \( f+ |6 r0 Q: X# |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 x" }% } e T0 e: f0 S" rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . e- E: k) s! ^: E6 H' r1 g$ {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" @- N4 z# t* [4 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 l V8 D1 p1 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: w' k5 Y6 `" g4 {+ IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ^) K9 b9 d) `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 R7 x4 s: H1 {, dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 d% w) E+ H2 k# H, M( D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% a! p0 z2 T0 h2 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* c4 `5 R- P, S/ m1 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 S5 O" D# X" d: o$ }* FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& v0 v4 {' s. @% R( @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, " s9 ~( p# D' {- O$ v( m
How you suffered for you sanity,. h2 u2 U/ u A& ~
How you tried to set them free,
+ g, I6 j6 ?* h( k& |They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ S. e# V9 b3 F6 P* @Perhaps they never will. |
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