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6 l& c: M7 [' K: O) V8 ]% a5 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 E% Y" u/ e- h1 X, G' z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / n9 f+ l( J3 z! M O8 I e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; w) C. c) k% A' {5 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , o/ d C! N$ q- [- e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ]2 x1 K, V6 S- |" H0 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 W+ x9 x# W' [% \How you tried to set them free, . G) L: M+ T. _9 p; Z) @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) x# h2 @+ U/ S5 A3 `# JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, a5 s5 J' V5 n; @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 A4 K) ~3 a% p& p: JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & f# [0 l$ j0 o; x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , M) }& M/ @8 ^) t2 I( y) P: f
! n$ N% y7 u1 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: p1 |% c' h6 o& e: \* qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ U G6 g9 t( r+ a5 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! i5 n, n* W( E3 z: A' jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 c2 A4 I% Z* U4 W) `3 P; pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 C; L G. l2 O6 W* [) U% y4 a8 w4 ?, x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, m+ s k$ t7 s- o3 d. h2 \6 E8 w+ M4 T7 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 F6 N9 B7 [: r& w& Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # }* w: A+ I2 @8 Y# n# Q5 Z
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, 8 ] }3 Q( {# `6 Y) N* Y6 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 e- d0 d) o0 XHow you tried to set them free, * p0 V& b9 R4 e% e- p$ J" e% S' N
They would not listen they're not listening still, - _# y: {" E( b, |+ n" B" X
Perhaps they never will. |
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