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7 E0 j" Q! d7 G% s9 A- WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 z5 w/ C3 {; p0 _, z9 P' A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - b; x* |8 ~0 S1 ]5 R$ l4 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% Z. L4 [' u4 M" j+ xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 P. ?) Z% X8 w) }+ q, mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( V, L- E" X, F! WHow you suffered for you sanity, ' a, \- v/ T( o4 t j5 W. y
How you tried to set them free,
6 ?% [, W# ]. ?" c6 b0 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : e# }: h1 }3 `+ l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 T! P) T- W" KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( E9 J9 x: u8 `) I; L. `' [6 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# {4 u5 f; x: v5 qWeathered 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, . u5 z! E6 v P0 ?7 Y! ?% h3 n& f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' U8 d4 o! v+ P. R! vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( K0 v( a: \" Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 |% B( B7 Z! e$ I4 {' x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' V- ]* r# I& j3 P6 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ @: F$ [$ d: K3 \9 d+ [' p5 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 B- [# j. v" Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 m# p; X* b5 ?# f8 q$ B
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, 9 ]) q+ B, A9 l1 i" a0 O, Y
How you suffered for you sanity,8 ^7 ?- s5 L+ U8 r% M0 z1 ~. h
How you tried to set them free, & f9 h0 b* D, }' j+ R5 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
x( m9 @3 Y- T0 b% ZPerhaps they never will. |
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