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. e/ u$ S4 l: T( R3 x9 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; v \' M* L1 q) ]* H% oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 F3 w) P4 m! J9 M7 ]& C$ r) O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# G2 ~- q2 G4 `* ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 w* T/ h4 X4 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& j! ]( H8 i+ m+ N6 nHow you suffered for you sanity, ) i% u% Q: E5 J( h4 Y7 _
How you tried to set them free, 5 g3 ?+ ?7 P2 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; I: n0 }: @+ X" z6 k: ?% ?" IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: _( V; ?, u+ ?1 X4 _$ }6 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' `. d9 b! x8 u6 ^1 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # R. T! r+ ~% F. q- g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ^ a- T( L6 ^0 h# o% {7 d% q7 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / x5 K& y. D# U9 Z ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# @% R. Y/ W4 a6 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ V8 _. d1 D) g9 b4 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, , ]1 q7 h( g5 L v6 D" }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( R& j- ]7 I! {( Q/ EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- U2 S: _4 o8 ?7 c7 f* EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + C+ i( G3 ^7 [6 O5 G V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( o+ ^6 D) p ]5 W2 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & E( f' @9 }# Y3 O W# _, P! P+ d5 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) D' r* \* ^9 w2 S
How you suffered for you sanity,. i' i W- i4 q6 |% U) ^( G1 B
How you tried to set them free,
$ O$ f2 n9 w& {0 \( aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ z& @9 T! E6 \2 SPerhaps they never will. |
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