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" w" E1 [: p* y' C1 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & t% t. y) o& z, ]7 A% g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , }: U. E. ?( ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% s) j; ~* r0 [( y! j. K, }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : _. e D# l% M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' {9 l% v4 s- V; K8 U4 ^, U9 p3 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 O- Q6 p3 d+ Q! ]" L0 wHow you tried to set them free,
4 @9 y: a2 M* JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . `4 h. a- P7 v2 ]1 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 c: y9 M; k- M# iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* K& l% ~. A3 k0 ~3 k1 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 h* w1 F- q# I7 L5 ?; g# j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & O& c. q5 a6 M3 L+ `0 v7 Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * N% L5 S; D( W8 s2 c9 k- ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 ~6 k z" O6 E: R3 m% s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& B9 e" X: G" A, LBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 p/ }0 T6 l$ U! [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. o( H/ p2 L: m5 s1 l- t6 r, EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 U, v1 G) c8 m3 \2 P3 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 k+ s3 E5 J* I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 `9 E& D: a# |- M/ z5 c; ^) D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" D' I$ s3 y% k, |# ]/ o6 h( Z6 UHow you suffered for you sanity,. @$ u$ A y) b4 ^/ c
How you tried to set them free,
: r% r0 W" W% c# z% SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) E/ Y2 |' z/ q T# sPerhaps they never will. |
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