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/ c: ]( r* ]" ?& RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " p* V! E }. m2 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 Z4 V! u! l4 W% U& F4 O9 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! \/ J% m* l- W w6 U; A& r( i1 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 \* c1 X. O! F3 o0 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' N( \! n+ u( I1 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 l6 B+ Q V+ W a5 p2 t: ]0 p {How you tried to set them free,
) @' J6 r* J. N: t8 e+ \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) \ b; s7 J* s4 Z& Z: m6 U2 ]4 V3 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% X. M; j- D3 g) c' B; q0 ^" oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ~# v' d9 b! j1 V, x) ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
N7 I6 S. L; g1 E4 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! |: p2 @, I! B- k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / \ T8 m1 X: z& V4 T0 U w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 M+ k0 J7 Y' F9 q. I. h Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . i5 |4 N5 x( o; w1 \! A p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 Y4 z; o/ m$ G: E- k. C4 ~& ?8 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 T9 e: p) u6 P) c; j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 F; ^: E6 \+ Z2 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! f* E) g9 b) g% Y! n9 A! R0 FThe 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, " o, [: a2 M' }" i
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ ^* ~9 W" k8 X3 RHow you tried to set them free, ( W. \3 O, _+ v# k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 Y5 Y: k0 Q7 f' Y' y# N) i6 SPerhaps they never will. |
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