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, a3 I) g0 C# |! NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 L( H5 G! T& T/ o5 |2 n/ y7 `- qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; z: A4 z# `1 x& U9 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% Z$ t& N" N+ u3 f. eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 w7 a. H" o$ v; g! \7 I( P6 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me," D S9 q6 g' f- q/ s# k
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ]' o) g$ @9 j* NHow you tried to set them free,
! g& y: c5 X8 G% H6 ?0 t# CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 {( j; a) ^7 Z q3 D- {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 q" w, b$ ]/ a1 j3 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 E; B" G/ Q- c$ n$ _, J. R0 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; A7 b% Y; `8 f5 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " J( ~4 l% W4 t/ h- m5 }$ W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + k7 q Z; G: x- x6 J# D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) v! }2 Y6 g2 u& q, wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' d# m" g# j+ g, W! j& RBut I could have told you, Vincent, * i6 K1 J2 _& s' x) J1 w9 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 s: I6 T. d: Q; xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 I( |" }. H5 `% `/ |0 K/ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 E. k+ |$ x2 C0 e. D+ p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . G) z9 g3 {# q# |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 X; K K6 F' k& h( ?' OHow you suffered for you sanity,; \0 `' D* ~2 x8 z' b
How you tried to set them free, ) q) A2 K" O5 _, O$ O: a# i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 g1 h7 j {2 I a- C5 ?5 b9 x# mPerhaps they never will. |
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