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4 K% y/ n+ @* J7 i: YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 Y K- {5 I, I2 [8 m: p/ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 N. }( H; r/ s5 d& m$ wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; B) S( Q( J/ k1 ?5 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # N0 k( n6 _* {( N a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 u6 A! L) @- J3 y3 X5 ]" f
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ h% m9 j2 [! F' {+ A: dHow you tried to set them free,
" J! K: S0 ~( x9 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( D3 {; e4 R& e; f: ~1 f/ I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 d; b @" U, M' N: fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % i; H8 D% I' A: Z& x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 C6 e% W t/ t% h: b) F- H
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,
' J+ y# F- P, z" k; [5 u5 F8 ~9 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ Z4 M5 h' l8 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + G- B9 Z5 W7 y0 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, % a' `% B/ h6 c9 }. Z$ `2 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + w" p1 e$ [& d- r" L5 ~% J) U) [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; z% ^2 O6 F0 D" fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ U1 V! U: Z* b( P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ S4 d) X: e& @& WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 d+ x& \7 `9 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) Z; }) y# D5 h5 Q$ uHow you suffered for you sanity,
' I5 [4 B$ V C, X7 q) N$ cHow you tried to set them free, # o% {* X) {/ K) Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, - y( q7 R, V: G: v! |. w
Perhaps they never will. |
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