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" @7 w; ?" N9 K8 w; a2 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 v( T- c" W! w( `* `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 P0 b! l. D3 M2 r X' {) e5 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* W$ o/ _% q9 m7 {* P% x8 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 b2 D; M2 t2 T2 L. E# z: l5 l8 |/ a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, E- h6 ?7 f9 p/ l. }, U
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 [8 H8 c6 P* M( u) b v* `
How you tried to set them free,
, T; E) A' ~6 Y% t9 _1 d4 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 {9 I1 h; c" M& mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' l7 {: s% x2 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 g4 E+ V) ]1 Q6 W- G- lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / e5 s8 C$ ~4 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 Y) R. b$ c% |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 m% M" @' v% l1 s9 d% T E2 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % M5 n5 G/ R& R; ?/ i6 T# m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 z4 a' f' t/ n9 ?But I could have told you, Vincent, % V K9 K+ C' w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; _; L8 L$ P. z6 b' O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' W1 b) L k7 P7 K3 _. t7 q3 Q, FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: m4 @, l% u9 F% q: G5 k! z4 \: dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, r8 ]: M) w2 V# v* h: X/ `' K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 {' i& D7 n4 y/ ]1 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& \9 Z o; |+ JHow you suffered for you sanity,
J6 J1 {! u- rHow you tried to set them free, / y5 X2 f4 _: W2 w r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* L5 S2 y, S# t9 ?. Y, MPerhaps they never will. |
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