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, C5 U: }& |+ s! Q$ d4 Q" b# E* CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! |8 G1 ~3 M) O% Q" _4 e, ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / G& Q" s$ w1 P8 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 C4 C, C2 h( z7 C4 H" N7 e% F9 j! ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 Z) s2 v, d, t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," u" R! U! R2 V7 v9 c& ~: o. g3 t2 o4 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 F2 C) b6 @- L% B- `7 ?, q9 KHow you tried to set them free, - }& J5 C9 G- g" D4 l3 ~* p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) F4 A4 Z4 {- @" f: c: R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; H6 ]5 K _* V# A. K& y" u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 C. p' N2 w* X9 R" c6 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # X& Z% X7 j& ]0 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , b# b$ A) @! G$ u, o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " G+ z6 S8 Q. D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 [$ e5 H0 m. I6 g9 y8 {2 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) n( F: Q8 f4 t; q; iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 x- Z* }7 Q: R4 I3 ?+ |" M) g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* w5 C b( A5 _; e8 r' OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 J) H; x9 R1 j/ z% H& z$ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ]7 Z) A. b U8 o* y) E$ @% I9 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 L; E! q: ?9 S8 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 H" s: ~$ m! g4 `2 E" V* h: E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * ]" L8 v( J; l. x
How you suffered for you sanity,
! T( [" t3 F! t. h( c+ h& n' aHow you tried to set them free, 1 ~# ]7 @( o1 \! @( t
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; e1 l; ^# Q) r8 D: n: x
Perhaps they never will. |
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