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" D) ?" F b0 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 ^# }2 O4 g& h3 u6 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 ?0 b" ~7 A# K M$ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, ] e; N& x, R$ z! \1 S' ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ~, p2 M2 }% x. U! RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ k; h2 W3 D+ v" ^How you suffered for you sanity,
, [$ i% Y. K2 Q3 F" A0 s( hHow you tried to set them free, 1 a2 p$ a, G) S% Y$ |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 d7 Y# q2 n8 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; `) \2 d$ h! b2 p6 C+ FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! Q2 G" s# N) p2 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 n" {. M- }1 r/ W' e: K* L0 GWeathered 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, 7 d; O) _! r" {& o: G1 _! v' @% J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* E4 m8 T8 g! e" yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . i1 Y+ e! o& e' b, F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 k$ T @) {5 e( r8 g- \( x0 I3 b2 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ j( H: F9 r/ c$ b$ ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ ]6 y7 {* w N2 X8 V8 h( d0 }$ ]3 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ U7 K' N2 w5 U" D8 X% pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' ^% a, N0 z1 z- `
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, 5 u) Q9 h7 X/ W6 w' q6 L# V. b. h
How you suffered for you sanity,/ {: A4 n1 x3 k! g; z! C
How you tried to set them free, + A% H+ M1 h& e% S( N. h# b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 l' {" M" D+ s/ ^ {! L% k3 bPerhaps they never will. |
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