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+ Y# ]+ Z, N: O% f# |; f5 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; P# @; h# Q% n b, H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / k3 y J& u1 [1 t5 Z9 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! J. G- C& M9 v2 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% r( R5 ?- }. QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" k Y u) Z6 b; g* x) t1 B, dHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 ]1 O' W* T) | [+ f! \4 t/ D
How you tried to set them free, # j, c( K1 m: ?1 L& Q2 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % c/ B" Z: C" [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% C8 w% x5 {/ `; gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& S$ \% I' a8 u9 V& NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 N9 r. P) s1 ~; m7 B/ G$ p& k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 b9 l. h# \: w% U: o: eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 R6 q' p( w7 y3 g4 ] }# C! JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* i5 J% B+ U# fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, f. g! n! ]- O2 `) z
But I could have told you, Vincent, + D% B: O: J6 F. H1 l% A: |3 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" f% q3 G" N8 h4 m# K% M) MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* L2 W3 P5 @ x0 Z2 ^. e7 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 P: w: ^* x0 R# d( y3 O& `8 A* f) e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ?7 p. g* V7 a( U7 ~( u) T- i6 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * X* B9 r8 k! x) F. j. i
How you suffered for you sanity,1 [- U! v4 Q3 J* T( ?* e% s
How you tried to set them free, , v/ F4 Z! v3 N! w$ n
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; \$ `2 h, u; a, b
Perhaps they never will. |
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