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% y1 p8 u) M; a- f+ n5 M4 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, u5 [) _/ h7 c. z& v: cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 p% b+ @1 K* t* I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; }/ B: [5 r! pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% ?) q' I r" S$ l" |8 v0 N0 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. r* J3 y- b F' m/ HHow you suffered for you sanity, $ z- M% I- D, c" d1 I B7 [
How you tried to set them free,
& _: w$ c! g) f) M; l5 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ s& v# N9 W3 [3 {: x* [5 z# hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, e7 L! G( c, L* |9 M3 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 a0 G4 @$ y- I; T- Z! f* z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + N7 x; O/ B( d$ G" [' p* M9 }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( E" _( [) M, j# o4 s, _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * n2 t4 m* M. V8 b# ~2 ~7 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
} _" T+ t- n# \ nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 G5 I3 u W% v, i2 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, " T% P( s, ?% w- l$ }' k0 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! v" A2 c H! E" ~7 X/ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& R: g& p! R/ {9 S) hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 G d& {# N3 G/ yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 k8 T: Y9 ` v/ r# c7 ]7 P$ ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; [# i, y# f$ |7 J1 l& R: ~, ?How you suffered for you sanity,
; p% _2 T. a! s' T# L8 b, ~4 p) aHow you tried to set them free, ( }- f4 K6 R8 H l# N# d v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! r3 ~2 L" g$ vPerhaps they never will. |
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