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( q) A: v- y& [5 b& fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 T0 b5 v+ V/ C& | d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , f6 P6 x1 N; y, h* L2 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 m& y y' h+ ?+ j" F6 G/ ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( E z0 D9 p7 |1 X. E/ _8 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' W: g9 e1 ~) hHow you suffered for you sanity,
# I- \" k9 b* S6 d1 O HHow you tried to set them free, 2 V# ]: ?8 z: T* z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / R- [$ \5 \/ \. d7 Z+ K8 k8 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ], o7 D+ ?$ j6 u2 t6 I+ r+ O/ xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' A: n h2 c( M( PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 V' v7 r8 b, m/ m- c, E0 x; w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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U! o' s1 |' @% [+ c1 T- f( W- }: RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 @1 @7 _9 E1 `9 R7 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ?. v! H& w$ A4 y/ d& r7 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . M3 _$ G7 V! b
But I could have told you, Vincent, . p3 ~; A0 _8 Z' J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 C. _! n# F5 k' e3 R( b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 c+ ` c; b- `7 l7 D$ X; ?/ U; I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 f- U/ ~. @# n4 J( p. cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 Q7 d; k' K3 T4 o, [! NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( l; e2 y7 U7 ]How you suffered for you sanity,8 Q. e* y9 r) g3 F" Y
How you tried to set them free,
7 | U, e( B: m) ] a3 k& QThey would not listen they're not listening still, . T* A/ U; M7 ~9 N2 n. O
Perhaps they never will. |
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