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- Q+ R. m( H5 b+ YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 k) Q' o3 A/ D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + I* K5 b' H6 Y" V/ Y* A# e% F; f2 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! l( S8 x' i$ [/ B2 d" K/ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 v8 ~, t. |" U$ K, e) {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ d* p! i1 n7 G6 |5 hHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 W% ]& e4 y: `1 Q3 [- `
How you tried to set them free, ! S' J2 W4 C8 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - A1 o( ?. c1 Q/ X9 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' c( }: s: ]" ?6 B T2 e* `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' o+ O: ^' [1 `3 { U& ]& mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! L; A! L% A' b5 B$ [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : s, x9 c( E8 Y: {" M2 v. R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + ~4 c; G) b% U) {. \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ x" u$ Y7 Y1 E8 O: vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # q- V$ q5 M: P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, S( ^- [' V, W& E0 k3 |. Q8 |% }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, M! Y( p n& m2 @7 X6 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 D' z/ Q" s7 X1 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 W) q" J, @( d7 G' U8 L1 g' uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ y2 ?9 N( S. @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . O+ O/ x3 N$ U7 r' }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * `* N% y$ K0 x; b# @# @9 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 \, }' h1 P* e5 Q/ t8 `How you tried to set them free,
3 p* e8 g8 z. x7 C5 u8 a9 \They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 {* ]( D! d6 ^' F$ [
Perhaps they never will. |
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