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) W3 s4 W. |8 @2 d% `$ D# {% W' uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ r, K6 V% q3 n, j8 n2 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 c" E7 f% O& j- D# [" C1 y+ fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' V1 `# V; w" u6 L& @4 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( W$ j1 _& s# t3 F2 d1 k, [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 `% W! Q3 x( s, xHow you suffered for you sanity, ' U2 n5 i3 l* |& c( S6 d
How you tried to set them free, / m2 o/ p' |0 D, L/ R c5 y, |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) G2 [7 s! B5 c# H' U' U# n( S; K. JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, u. U. d% [! q1 z- a; T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , H! m! P6 ]: H+ g1 z, O* g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 f! Y5 E( M/ ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ l. P9 A) v. H# z2 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 ]4 Y2 C- |& i( M. ] M- e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ` X5 s7 g$ e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* g W, s4 t) ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ O5 Z+ A: m1 i( @1 J% sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 \& B8 s" C7 s$ Q4 d _( l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 k) v" {1 T! i5 _- k- I, k( \/ G3 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 k! `5 N9 J# y e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( Y6 d" O* Y5 p; s6 W1 K) Z1 @4 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 E6 U' u! t& m9 d0 Y6 v
How you suffered for you sanity,1 _2 x& P. } K( N6 s' H
How you tried to set them free, # v3 i) O' H6 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. u8 N/ t: M; R, @; x/ m0 e5 gPerhaps they never will. |
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