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6 m+ Q, S) F$ H$ vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# X& n1 V; F( o' x* q z+ Z! ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 p! c! k2 d" z; E3 M4 z6 D# J1 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 y4 O V# B$ ]& MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & ~0 p7 E6 [+ u0 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- s7 b; v, C$ @! i: n$ `3 ZHow you suffered for you sanity, - E0 H3 y7 f: M( Z7 R
How you tried to set them free,
- a, N# Z$ s' B5 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ s; u$ r6 [' s/ M6 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 K$ {5 |; g7 i; s( p9 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' y9 S7 _2 A1 Z* N: V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" w; L* ?8 J$ t# e' LWeathered 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, + z$ B% L$ N3 G- Z L/ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; C2 q* U0 @" M: D# ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, , X2 t& {5 z; Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* d) w+ V1 x5 z$ Q- iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( W' P$ }+ A U, [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ?2 S" m$ |$ W& W' p6 P XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( \2 x$ G k9 M+ t" |2 a( f" b& RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- t1 D9 v2 n' {& H7 M" OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - t" O. i t' u& u* m1 z w3 ~
, P5 N) q2 k3 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 P' ]% y8 ?. g( C6 tHow you suffered for you sanity, Q6 k1 G* |0 f1 X+ F4 d# x
How you tried to set them free,
# K3 [9 q7 D/ [- o- S; q$ a( F7 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- J. N, p& M, j. y! ePerhaps they never will. |
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