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( F5 |: e9 j9 c* ?7 Z5 r- @: q2 c$ CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * X! \- H4 S: e' ]8 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % {3 y, q" [0 a% x0 n( |4 Y- J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! n7 O5 s7 o8 U1 o' lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / H4 W. v% n. r X; t' g* o6 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ i$ j, `2 L, u# a5 q% j1 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
. t" T" w/ I8 s4 JHow you tried to set them free, 3 q/ H9 Z3 Y. k" j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) h* e5 a# B; vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ b" \8 e5 Z$ Y) MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 N& B: l2 ^& M x" ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 L6 a- ^( A9 N9 Q4 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . {, r% \4 K1 X; I! z% v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : C% d5 x3 S/ H' V; O8 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, P' S* s& q' y' I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % v$ p# Z8 I& |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' r/ A. c( S$ X4 z% p& }5 U# k: zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 A5 t/ C3 \$ e& x! i! f; i) \& GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 o5 @& ]/ p# E% ~ F% [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* K0 E" s* c6 j% v, `9 w; ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' k, K# @" ^3 Y4 h8 F9 j/ lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( t6 O; l; ]. W* K5 I7 |How you suffered for you sanity,
, [( j! l! O# R1 U6 J9 p/ P5 GHow you tried to set them free, 7 |4 G# N2 j: g/ ~0 b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 E' ^, z9 w0 }7 n7 sPerhaps they never will. |
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