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5 ^1 w: }1 s a5 t5 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ]( F! Y9 }5 Q1 R$ o2 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + |) x# {0 U4 `) N6 F- K; L( R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, m' x& E# l5 f/ u4 X( G5 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) ~2 H. S( \8 y9 z, NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' j9 r) f1 V2 I. |! n$ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 B5 I- W3 i" w6 \$ |) @How you tried to set them free, * `" }1 C. B4 P" j7 ~, @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 a H; r& m5 l7 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 g) o# h) b( K$ \. P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & @$ e9 R/ }! {, G. R, ?" v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 {! @# t6 ~: S& c$ @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( M9 d0 c7 u; Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 e/ m( l8 x8 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 t0 Y* U- _6 `2 V& k8 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ s6 a. S. ^* uBut I could have told you, Vincent, # y% s1 t, j d. k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 F1 d: }! C) n8 D( hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% [' v& o* Z1 }- ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) m! c+ X9 b1 t1 i: s: j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + U) o* w& W% x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, v: s" _+ N3 o7 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
; Y% d) ~8 e5 f0 z' P/ F7 FHow you tried to set them free,
+ v- p( m* K" F& G3 [7 Y& b; x# `8 ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
& y8 r+ m/ \( `% H) j( d7 JPerhaps they never will. |
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