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" x" |6 B4 z! F5 a- ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 u" }* ^- L. Q5 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& _/ h4 F) S3 V) D8 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( [: M" R' b" w. {; b/ w5 z* b" [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # n k4 n* y. o& x1 S- e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' T- c: |0 P$ D+ \+ s% DHow you suffered for you sanity, ) @2 A( v5 C3 \
How you tried to set them free, * g; ~# ?/ [0 u* u; |0 u( d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 m: X' _4 }( K3 {$ }: d5 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 Y3 \8 {% k" N! VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 I$ u6 z. s9 {& @- ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , b. z s9 T% H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 u2 k7 k0 j! N5 u+ P( ]! TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # V4 x5 g0 r& c1 Q# t5 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; O4 _" i* G4 \+ a! O: rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # R8 \1 i+ C: P1 U! @( p* J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- b) ]- n) v2 {- K: o9 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ b; U. @/ k" yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 G/ t/ y- Q- I$ g* f1 w4 Q4 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : z. `! u0 w6 g7 N% g5 a7 o0 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; o) |1 `/ o! m: _" g) {2 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 V+ r6 Z; ^, C/ }# s. O& b3 f* v
/ e% M2 G. V* M' } [% g+ oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, B% u; m* I, g: g
How you suffered for you sanity,3 [& B1 V& l$ E# f" K3 L( }* b5 g
How you tried to set them free, ; R2 u7 I k5 g* C, r' X
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' D3 P' x+ [' a% F! v
Perhaps they never will. |
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