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6 K1 y" Y' G% vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 F. L5 q1 `& z6 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; A2 e9 o( N @4 J( k3 y, F1 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ d# N& H, }/ h' b" `0 }! s1 }7 e4 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 v; j- A. c, jNow I understand what you tried to say to me," m E. V% Y( F
How you suffered for you sanity,
' M7 A4 }$ c8 [/ T- iHow you tried to set them free,
) y3 b" M' U( z6 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 R7 c5 D* p" I4 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , g" f3 S% Y H' h3 [$ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 W' ~% x8 W9 K3 M3 v% I7 n' Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: E/ S, G6 q5 [1 Z- H9 pWeathered 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, , y9 q- S) K' M _6 f+ W$ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ `1 M2 \$ I; A* |' N% XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ I$ {* o5 A1 U- Z* f. m& b% ?1 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. J4 m2 F/ ?% q7 i- _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & H$ y% V) b) B+ b8 E/ {. _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 z( ]; X" t" [# M# |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 f F% B! R; s& h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & @0 @# y4 A% A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ F4 }" A8 x7 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) M, V+ R0 `. W' \& LHow you suffered for you sanity,1 a' x" G5 o: O# F' K
How you tried to set them free, 0 v- O* H z' b8 l: [+ F
They would not listen they're not listening still, # }% u7 x; o% z
Perhaps they never will. |
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