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6 l6 W3 Z% s1 _" H: A: T: TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: g ~4 s) w% y" x8 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * I1 @ y) F$ P* j7 E* X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 g7 n" K2 W# h! p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 c. h; A$ E* _ Z# s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 q) o r3 [! h( NHow you suffered for you sanity,
( O( ?) w% s; g @- Q- v+ W2 wHow you tried to set them free, 9 u; C) d( S1 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( i5 S9 k1 t3 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 }! l& z" B7 `1 z/ f9 _5 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) f+ l8 P9 k0 L- Q/ b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! E3 r" o \) L/ D& c/ vWeathered 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, # J2 _' J. X. k, w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " r4 S2 g" D% ~( J/ ~ m6 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 N$ x# p( }5 ^: w aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; }4 q+ Z( Z" H: Z& u1 x, MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : c# L6 _5 {# x. }. m# L8 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. s" v6 @/ c, c& sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ t: {! \) ^/ V$ m) K, b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 X, m+ j( w e. t
8 ]) ^% [- I8 X' T. o1 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 l# }6 n* m% y0 S6 p3 C( C5 t
How you suffered for you sanity,7 a9 J& H! y* u
How you tried to set them free,
/ l( K" {+ x1 W( }. XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% z5 n V. w$ J. DPerhaps they never will. |
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