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3 C" F! G4 j# y" s9 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ` W: I4 z7 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : I8 F% Y4 c/ m1 q: l" ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 K% \% Y# f2 R3 C- J* M+ c5 M7 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 n8 `, D) \( g& ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 i$ j9 a: ]9 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
^' p+ G9 U9 t& I4 C% {How you tried to set them free, 4 q7 y- N, H( q( @" K+ R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 }2 L4 f; Q8 D( D6 W0 j% cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # O; \* L6 a: V0 |: q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 f" Y) ~ D7 g" m$ {* I! i0 ]* vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% L0 p! d5 U4 C0 H: uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) b( E/ t, {) a* F; r( S. v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # L9 p. |+ M" G; V0 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# A! z) v( g' f4 L! ^' RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - c/ L! ?+ |$ E: ^ u3 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( |" N) Q, [2 p, p7 G% \0 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. l: \ g, [$ {+ GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 Q- S' v5 E6 `7 p0 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" \4 M1 E5 F8 u+ [+ T, ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% `0 |% b/ s) O* s l4 H! u* PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 |' O- i* P" q/ O) L
) N- `' B4 V! J; Y( [2 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . @' o# _- d) E! ]& ~4 g
How you suffered for you sanity,0 p/ n8 t& i& N' C9 R
How you tried to set them free,
& M+ x& R$ A" jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 K6 V" Z$ c# t# g* }0 ^( ~Perhaps they never will. |
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