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% s. w6 w, G8 J& [' D- hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ c( J+ \- u3 t2 }0 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / M# A' k' K- @3 ]" X* |9 y3 n' T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% b5 K/ p2 n9 [6 Y% OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 T1 W+ w5 E" i6 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! o- u. M6 j/ G0 j* f% x, A, c3 `How you suffered for you sanity,
! [. e. w0 {) S4 LHow you tried to set them free, $ P5 z# z: W3 o) `; |0 F h/ A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 v9 u% i8 ^0 t1 n: Y0 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, o$ T6 q4 h4 ^+ z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ~& S. ?9 W0 U, g; k7 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ N0 h, m: w0 h8 ~# e- FWeathered 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, ! f5 U7 F7 _) X( d$ N2 J; [- t1 I5 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 S, t) H7 `( N( @! F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 K; a G, s# J6 ?2 z+ {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 W/ n" l3 c" g: iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: E: C: P7 x* C) [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" D W" j% @ yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : h8 L8 e9 [4 m6 l1 L3 P' E7 d. O8 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ?5 C: [0 O* U, [9 f, q( [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; g ?( t$ p% O2 w, t! SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 m( m4 d$ p9 I( T( }How you suffered for you sanity,% i4 j- J9 k4 Y7 L* i) Q
How you tried to set them free, ' G v7 q( i5 j1 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 f9 O5 H2 b7 F9 N* q& g
Perhaps they never will. |
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