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8 b& V4 Q- L: \$ WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
s& b2 t; G% c6 }0 w! G2 ?. T& h$ bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: Q, U% M7 `- h- F* v8 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& U3 S+ n% ~4 x5 i& Q% @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 y$ B. t/ x K3 b3 y% H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 [" ~$ T8 H1 H7 a: E8 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ h( O# d: J) ?9 AHow you tried to set them free, # M/ l X/ ^. X! D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * e& c" p, _& l5 a4 e+ z$ j! X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 S5 j* u3 j4 N) w0 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ Y6 H- l0 }- m+ I7 y0 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 W' P( ]- A6 s5 m
Weathered 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, ! e4 s+ W. j9 m+ d- a+ B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' n! v" p4 V7 f- _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" {5 N0 Y8 N8 F5 F: E# i0 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Y" p( V. `4 [: m! g: `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 }/ f n5 M. D8 C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. `! ^- n& T9 n* o0 f0 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + c- s3 q6 O A- \; r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * K( _% z. d. g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , {/ e- x+ r- s. B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % q" e4 Z ?; G) l2 P/ }
How you suffered for you sanity,5 e; y' ~1 k+ J
How you tried to set them free, / V- u6 W- D: B+ z" b. n) F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 V L& A% D" O" U$ c$ D' S: p+ Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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