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% ]% i" }: _, s0 a# X2 }/ PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. C) I/ \( W/ x( P' bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * ^' Y$ ~8 @" q4 O# V$ A9 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 O: p9 i I: D! W5 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& Y3 L( ~0 n2 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ G$ F& Y/ P7 b- }" s( IHow you suffered for you sanity,
! ^7 [/ C7 O6 k! ?* }: Y( V% \- lHow you tried to set them free, - }9 @4 y" G% |) I+ a9 z! P% V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( j. z' h5 n3 ]) L6 |# f; o. }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Z: H9 m! l4 x: k4 E! k9 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 d" |7 M) g. `& m) Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( u2 ^. [- H; F9 E7 Q2 F$ TWeathered 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 m8 s, d( N3 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- {. Z! L: d7 p5 V5 L: pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 K* l' v& t g6 @9 n& c1 ^, z3 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" o" F% {) t: c% e! a. C; b8 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; j9 y6 l- U. S! b* V) a1 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 x* T0 K( s R% k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! ]# }; \* ] h" uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) Z0 s) |, U( Z2 N& _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ?; `, X2 a; }3 Q0 }& j5 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " s1 [' E; b3 e7 I* `
How you suffered for you sanity,& t1 W) R2 {2 ]
How you tried to set them free, % o+ c2 ^6 Y6 n o \- N1 `: j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ {3 m( f f) H" L* _4 vPerhaps they never will. |
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