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: m" v5 `. t' W1 U. g7 Q1 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & s; Z: g2 B; e* P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ [: f% o: o) Q5 h* {; HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( X/ _' g" T8 B, I* S/ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 H2 ?; L$ q t$ c; aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 S0 d8 K, u) `How you suffered for you sanity, 1 E3 [: o+ {' `* \# S( E7 w
How you tried to set them free, / W' X _% f( b6 `& i2 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. D. r; x; Q0 o5 X- c$ N- W7 {6 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: d# F9 Z% I& M3 K! B4 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 C) q" R3 h$ QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" I8 Z! m& [" H; U# d3 {" e/ v8 @" jWeathered 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,
B( S2 i. m. MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " d) M) p: ^6 Y( o* o7 {$ w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . O* F0 A+ a5 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, * O6 S0 b$ v+ G) X. U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 K- K3 M+ B3 t2 `: PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 x2 j' k8 x% U. M- V& y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; b: x* N& ?6 T4 [- Y- r+ Q9 P2 ^ b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * `# G" C: o; R+ z8 a8 p: d1 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ~% Y: s6 q5 J" e9 r) }- hHow you suffered for you sanity,/ P2 H ?: p2 w- T I! K' J
How you tried to set them free, 2 H# s& E, j; @
They would not listen they're not listening still, * w5 b; G5 U% I
Perhaps they never will. |
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