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; m: J( t7 i8 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / l5 W9 n" C5 Z8 ~* f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% b% m& |" G5 }2 B0 P' [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: f3 |# ]! Q" k- q+ |9 E" NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 C* A0 \) R2 ~0 w* Q$ BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% O* d3 Q6 G1 n) v' l$ w) Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 c) j( B1 s& V7 W7 @; S7 W
How you tried to set them free, - \ |; Q6 Y1 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' \4 S2 ~7 P4 I5 L8 r PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 h' _0 u5 z9 f( Z& MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" o4 p$ Y1 \& I" m7 I1 Q$ ?* q- d5 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - T& w1 j, f$ L+ h3 z9 V) t9 M6 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - z$ c/ ?- p) @2 T% y$ }( a7 F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 Y0 h& t2 u1 b' T( Q" vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ a9 ], q+ w! H7 E3 B$ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / a: c( }- u. a0 P8 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 \5 F' t+ b! Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ n. O9 t0 ^) |: v1 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 {* `2 z! I! G+ B, [' M- g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 X: b. B$ |! E5 f2 Z1 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 U- ^ T" o3 H% n% t7 i* CThe 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,
" U( D0 H: \# u, o7 @How you suffered for you sanity,
: V- R# C* v9 w5 ^How you tried to set them free, ( M1 G4 W$ ^+ }! b, X
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 g- P& H( A* K& b. J
Perhaps they never will. |
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