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7 Y# [1 f& e4 L# J* _! G1 \1 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : y/ v( U4 v2 e/ R; y1 m2 j y) p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* b* d2 w% F' h" ^/ T5 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- p8 ]) N4 j5 g- D& R; C% HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% s! I# n' g" yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 |2 I1 ~" `+ b; v4 Q* R1 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
: s N- c: w/ J1 UHow you tried to set them free,
( T2 ?5 s% @3 d9 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* [2 z; v6 O! V X% s1 V. `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 T4 m* J7 |4 U3 z6 S% s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ^; K9 _4 Q8 b' X0 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 M; L( S: M+ ]. ^% ~3 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 A) u2 l- k. |( R# g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 L* P$ }% U# E. L: X. x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 |& p; }$ t! W6 q2 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - |4 Q, e3 R) Z8 S: M5 ?+ i" h
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; W4 ^9 V( U* _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # \& x) a0 j0 M( W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! O9 @6 k5 q: c! c5 c2 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 u2 u+ |, _; h+ t$ P6 J7 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 t. g$ S7 u8 p# [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! n- d1 d! k& [$ _. Z* kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # l E" L! V9 J7 {/ A/ D" ~4 w
How you suffered for you sanity,: \9 u, Q' J7 a
How you tried to set them free, 8 j% `/ P" V( l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, w3 l3 V8 D1 a0 V }) cPerhaps they never will. |
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