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* }4 E6 l7 V" [- O% qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # {. K1 ]/ Y/ s# M; Q0 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , b0 r0 U1 J8 e! k8 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; m2 N+ B, p& u9 s b7 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . f$ {% q4 |) [1 N; f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. }4 {( q+ h, `2 H( A1 j) N. ^! c
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ W- M" ~% J0 NHow you tried to set them free, % K6 a$ T( {( }' A% d: O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . e$ E2 A* \& p/ m1 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% e- O0 I& X/ DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & {- k1 |" ?, C) q+ t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, D( s& u. H: D% }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & X5 w% c4 f0 Q( j: V! ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 P% R. }8 W" T3 i( z( {7 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) X% I2 f6 B/ k' `2 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' G* Y* r8 V9 O9 |$ x3 ?+ UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- C X' A+ L. k5 t H) _" k8 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* y& v; ]2 d) | B6 A! gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 Q" a3 a8 J2 f* Y$ N) ^* |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! z! q7 h P7 F6 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % L& b( K6 s7 L- v& Y$ U2 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
\. ?% z4 \. G3 fHow you tried to set them free,
Y% B4 ]: ~' z1 d) i vThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 [4 t" R: E; e, P7 p$ B
Perhaps they never will. |
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