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( r* f( u1 E; F7 z& [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# c" k' m& A$ \% v2 Q5 k8 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, R* A$ X* m3 g+ l. d2 f, uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 H8 i8 ~! z, I) r3 u- q |$ i1 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / M6 ]1 F, o6 I8 x# l& O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ E6 h9 y. W+ ?) `
How you suffered for you sanity, " ^; ^" O( \9 I
How you tried to set them free, ; ~2 _ Q ]2 N& L9 y$ M2 l8 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 Y+ _! h* t$ t3 z+ v( j1 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 X; y. n' D- D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' K) L. }7 S( n' \( i" r7 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" Q2 ~2 ^9 K" R1 n4 F: ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ^" j; m' I# ?( Y3 C9 {$ ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ~8 ~; h& f" ?0 V: f7 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / a3 S3 {1 D- Q& g/ A2 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ b7 d, k6 @7 w2 Y, Q) U
But I could have told you, Vincent, & q0 g' j% Q2 g5 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . \4 L9 G" F6 y2 B
$ [3 r$ s! a6 Q6 T7 b4 F, _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 o v. y6 s8 O6 v2 k; B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 u& g: I& h9 r- z& m5 `0 e) D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 ?* {0 V8 G/ |. y- P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 L9 g4 \: L' K& o: ~5 g% a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 E* ?1 @. U/ j4 o1 q' g- H- KHow you suffered for you sanity,% J9 a Z( o' Y0 s8 h
How you tried to set them free,
# @/ L" j1 l7 u3 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 @* m, w* d' }
Perhaps they never will. |
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