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1 V' Y5 s5 B! H, hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; [8 s: Z: _1 j2 _* {7 p: w" \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 I& W; w+ f4 G* i* t5 q! l( a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 W: x* |: r6 W* ~# oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . k& ]! B+ s, V3 W" u& o O' [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 n3 F7 G: _4 N7 T; @$ ~/ p) R
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 ~& B4 B8 n$ X4 B' K
How you tried to set them free, t0 B4 [; v0 L3 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 V3 `, b" I, `% G2 v eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . B7 C! b0 c, ^ J; J' _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 B+ }. T8 W$ }. [1 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% C' h3 M# O1 L# E/ wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 L* Z5 u( M3 d# m( L6 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 z; P( G+ S7 G: u4 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 K, P$ D5 g# B/ t1 K kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % L& b; C) G5 E5 @( O; I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" @; m2 k7 f. \4 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 h8 p+ Y( @$ r7 B6 t5 P aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ^6 }0 Y, h, j1 d, K( |# ~' g: d& m8 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( v4 p2 R0 v' k B9 Q, J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 }4 R( J& {4 Z0 J- a# j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. e, c4 X( f4 X* W
4 ^/ T; V7 f9 p% u% fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 L* k# C! S2 a, N# r) [
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ |. a7 w3 u) | ^7 xHow you tried to set them free,
9 R/ t; }+ B+ ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 o- I6 K% [8 ?# S5 APerhaps they never will. |
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