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7 `8 x& j3 E( ~' f4 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # j/ _5 }% N7 k: @, l3 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 r$ |9 J4 Y5 _ \: f" \+ S* M: P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& @& W* f8 V. P: r6 v# Z9 `6 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. e' h% W% B0 z H: O. k8 C( bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ?) b$ _2 W2 q3 Q9 f4 _0 uHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 x( X9 H, @) B/ a3 ~6 ?, B/ ]
How you tried to set them free, + e1 q' I. \6 C w% B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - z7 `! P9 @2 ~/ G; u6 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 L, P& R3 w5 s7 j" x- ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; o: g& g( l" H( |3 H8 F) m# D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 T, i1 ~: H; k1 C% Z6 k, v$ ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 `1 E9 ^# D3 c9 ?1 a* i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . M4 ~$ X0 P$ _) S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( P/ i, T- Y: q- SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) a1 l* a( l9 Q/ | P4 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( [* \7 a2 `7 L$ N: I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & s6 Z1 `) s; y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) |5 k7 q7 S: ?2 c @3 C4 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & Y- S. V( t+ k$ R2 P, D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & q. e/ f/ ?+ W9 J. v& M
* u2 e0 @! A# a, }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ ^' m( o1 E9 ~% Y- V- b6 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
, m$ s2 W3 g' U! k5 r) d) RHow you tried to set them free,
$ {. U& ?2 r$ s, p+ I ]2 w( tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( E2 M5 c- M# D( Z0 p9 n0 j" u: \Perhaps they never will. |
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