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. e- C; \$ b; J0 m* {8 n9 j pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # w) \- x1 X1 L: G+ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : K( C8 S2 o( r6 u/ P& _# `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 v. \1 ]" n0 o6 |/ z8 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' c7 u" M5 M( Q# e$ @; r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, A" o9 s; P5 [" L* D' \% n% U
How you suffered for you sanity,
) G# t" u8 p- ?How you tried to set them free,
2 T( @. T! G- ^- g9 a$ O! I: \3 l. sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; N/ X2 u6 D; o+ m5 c+ S4 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, _# r T# z8 M2 j+ [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ?# x3 U+ _9 \/ x T* A) v& R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ I2 v8 K! N* q9 U( ~7 w- y5 H6 o5 YWeathered 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,
: L; U @$ G0 Y0 a. Y; p6 A. o: BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" `' Y `, l" o" W/ j5 M" k- oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & W: C5 F" l" H9 ^& ?7 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' o( Q" X7 ^6 L0 L& B. K/ L" Q' ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; V3 o7 W% x1 }5 w X" j/ w5 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , H$ _$ Q& ~5 O5 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + h" ]+ v# G: L8 D* `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! c: D5 R3 _# [9 r+ a- W* l1 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 U. b$ ]2 p$ t. Z9 ~! G( BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! {( L8 t3 c: i! v
How you suffered for you sanity,
, C9 u |! T2 }3 JHow you tried to set them free, 6 j- I+ h! P$ N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* } {5 l' Z/ ~. p5 \- }0 EPerhaps they never will. |
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