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4 x2 E9 e; H0 x! p+ WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - ?* h" G% ~+ v S; Y. C7 C D: O$ O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * ~ K7 }$ i9 n# Z2 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ^3 f/ i& d' V. ?+ M; T/ N( V' GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * _3 Z5 S! ^ k$ d: d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 Y4 C# Y, \+ t& j3 k' F5 H6 m5 w
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 S$ t! {5 | C! `* Y
How you tried to set them free,
/ Q/ l# E: f+ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ?4 A( q3 ^2 H# x9 ]7 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' r% A9 K$ \8 k3 _$ p% i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / ?9 t, K/ ~% a, M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 g% a& n8 E$ I @/ k0 H. N& Q* ^" h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / J. L6 ~& l! H; \- X$ K9 t, k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' n% P0 j8 ~* x- a5 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 i9 O+ ^$ z+ t$ [ }1 LBut I could have told you, Vincent, & H9 g- ?$ _' Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* t5 }' ?/ h* d8 b8 K( eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, M- D4 [0 }9 w9 l7 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 m. W# n" N% D( D; I; B- ^6 n3 O* ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 J2 W- H& L6 e3 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / e' T: x5 I G1 V9 ~* D2 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# e6 b& j, `8 y3 Y% o# h. y# f+ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
* J0 Q1 M) e$ \- [0 c5 s- tHow you tried to set them free,
) \1 q! [! a7 p+ O3 x2 j2 G8 l6 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ?) B. j" [, t4 u+ {
Perhaps they never will. |
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