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# P" w3 i4 D8 Q% x; \) LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . T7 d' f3 ?0 h* ~8 F; B8 u' Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 P! b" N) H2 a& o4 d) }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% L j: a7 `( S- [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 F2 F- }2 r' ~1 M1 x8 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 _, M4 x* ]; d" m D
How you suffered for you sanity, # K$ D. k) {" ~
How you tried to set them free, 0 [: S1 E+ @ a, d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : q8 w* ~5 n& I! d: C% @: o/ X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, J3 f8 ]0 g0 u% i9 z6 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / D6 @: C* }* h6 M% {7 J/ m: F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ^/ U, e6 {3 {+ p+ \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! g0 ?" C; `. e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 S e- q& J) S( T0 B- v: _, \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + r4 S# D8 F+ S1 n, U& X' C* U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , O. j( \" p' b6 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, + s" p. N9 U$ n3 ^% P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; D4 E* i: B! NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) h1 f) J1 r/ H+ p: ^, TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, |9 ^: L9 J$ _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; M9 F! K. r: v7 M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% W; p( m) U+ t2 f1 tHow you suffered for you sanity,9 `- r/ b; L, r# ~9 X2 C
How you tried to set them free,
1 H/ t# b8 d; L4 _ T U- Q. }6 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, & c$ q* m3 D2 I5 \; B) W/ a0 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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