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4 t% M3 \3 G0 d; b" }5 e1 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' r/ H, [5 d4 z, A2 o7 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" Y. }+ S0 s# a( r' [+ z% u- WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' p1 {" X4 o" g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ^' }2 f6 E' T# f& j' s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ G( a! o; _. ~% r3 i/ y$ T! k
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ U* ]+ X8 N2 h4 z+ MHow you tried to set them free,
% h2 {9 s) d/ j/ H3 Z4 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ^! w; b8 @* x5 ?2 k& D& d/ k8 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( q a; E9 H: G, F0 \" d' WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 J2 n- Z8 C) y0 V. B I* v: V/ I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* Q J4 T3 \; Z0 f5 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 r; Y) I; O& O" k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 r8 D k0 {$ O( S7 U9 p. v) P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : @. B) T% ] ?1 A: ]; r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / K. z8 G% ~, Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, : q( |6 }) L8 [, ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% z! h. \* O5 j w% q2 O! A! GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
C* O4 h! o' O, _- vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' I: y& |0 ^% l& uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 S3 u2 R# u' s0 A& [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! R; V W3 i1 U M" E JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 G7 J7 I' m) E, l0 k1 O
How you suffered for you sanity,( a* Y3 H% z8 M6 `( O' l5 H7 p
How you tried to set them free, 7 f5 ^+ x; b% F# y- o C- q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
T# ^6 n2 C3 Z! [Perhaps they never will. |
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