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% J3 Y, f! q* b% @6 t, IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ^" T1 e/ E# y/ R+ \! x/ L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) J* G8 T: W( i) f0 |) u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' N, \0 M# h" {" P/ `0 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . B. ?6 K7 d2 |$ R% @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% k+ @7 q& O) g i) U
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 ]- b5 {$ Y; P
How you tried to set them free, 7 R2 H8 k6 |; V0 J: D8 Z5 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. {# y" W# j# U- x7 g# I$ i( }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : [& _& t) Q- t2 U9 x: r' N& N/ z- [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! ]& W1 b) W* B) v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : A* q1 Y X; i |" ~4 S$ Q! i# X1 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " v# m3 M- z; l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' n$ `: {% Y& x8 o: \$ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 x% r# G1 ] w/ Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ R% Z, \$ f a' b6 [But I could have told you, Vincent, ) W h2 l9 E5 w: b$ h* L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % j$ A0 X& k+ g8 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # H1 S1 y7 Y. _% k5 c b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , M, a' }* d0 \# D4 g4 K; c% Q6 l3 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 H N/ Z7 v' z* F% j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. {0 c9 @2 e; u; n& _6 D* Z, \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 L! ?. q. i6 |- L6 e7 u+ E2 f+ bHow you suffered for you sanity,/ @% ?: j9 \ z2 ~: a9 U+ q
How you tried to set them free, ' J8 n' n7 _# z; p4 a3 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, % A3 N: B! [% ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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