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8 x" }* y$ t0 W% q% p: G- S8 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 _% M* K) e. _+ v; b/ T% I* j( ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & L( T' I7 |# o0 N6 a2 N) K* S! n1 W2 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 U: S8 E# G' G. F5 N- P+ J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 F1 d: C2 y6 C* j4 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 j9 n9 \5 o" k5 ] QHow you suffered for you sanity, ' ?" N" {: w# f1 h9 N- G) k+ {$ M
How you tried to set them free,
3 p0 [# }$ t8 I, R( m7 ~% HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( R" N2 ?8 d" GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# Y! a( |2 r) G5 K5 e3 f* I" `3 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: Z/ f! S. X' cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: X$ h: t* Z& I/ L# ]; TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( A7 Y0 A" p6 h5 {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / W3 q) p1 {$ H- e0 G, ^, ^2 E+ Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 M% C. A, n1 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 o& J3 W- ^8 d: w8 A$ B) n( }But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 e% ]# e+ U7 r( I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ?5 Q5 ^$ ~5 `% P" s% J7 D. f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , s0 Z0 J7 h8 p# S7 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 x1 B9 O) ~3 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 Z) L$ b1 }" N0 N' \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " |4 l- F2 d0 r! U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / U) A) b, T9 V Z' n
How you suffered for you sanity,5 X4 i8 `' Y& q2 Y4 }% ?
How you tried to set them free, $ h' D' @0 B+ Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; x/ O6 q* X: ^2 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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