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; J4 e+ w: U4 [8 D5 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 b; p; f* G/ c; p3 m' V: _8 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & X }- H3 I* K0 G( {/ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 }! Q M2 M D5 G- V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 b- p! D+ m- wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- g, T. S0 k0 \: `+ l
How you suffered for you sanity, $ p$ X/ H3 w7 r) ^1 a, O x' m( O
How you tried to set them free, 0 J6 s4 }7 v0 f! Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& K9 E" [# a) TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # J W* t% f3 }0 }0 V( l$ h. o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 K( K7 H2 S2 p$ W# I! V' lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" l0 L; C" ?' k E# O% dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # V0 k% E: C9 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % ?6 S, T8 H6 B K6 n# {" l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 l0 Q* {3 H$ ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, , V1 h7 L6 [3 | n" [+ i6 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: f! s0 d6 H5 ?8 p* {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) M) d& j" {3 e9 \' ]. BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( x* m6 Z2 _. a7 p) p7 {8 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 Q5 c4 p7 l! m1 d) Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; e, ?- I* l: f4 Z) wThe 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, ' N& }- Z# i0 ` n7 s: S
How you suffered for you sanity,2 H7 \* x# c8 _, l* Z+ t k
How you tried to set them free, $ T( } W5 e! \" @8 s# k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: u- i! r u0 D; S5 @& D# e) APerhaps they never will. |
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