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, |) }% c F1 h) j% Z; yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . N- D# \3 R! v( p$ N1 Y, \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 I& z' o" F, p! nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 b! }. u) `9 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ]5 P8 r! p" f' ?# F+ ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 s" I1 n: e" k `* B8 X) A0 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ f% J/ j2 |) n$ b" P oHow you tried to set them free,
; C, U- v; N* x# E$ ?4 u DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
S( @3 L9 z! e; ^. C1 `7 F) G9 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ?4 m! ^; p8 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 \. ~1 u c0 G- R7 A/ Y; W+ mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 h# A) X: I5 [# B$ KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - X) w, Y1 P* | ?, ]( l- C2 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ \; r; p& T, V# u! L- h2 B5 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; U! ^- S: O0 _: v% L8 s& k/ JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & Y: F0 @% c) e
But I could have told you, Vincent, _, I7 @) ^7 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 ]! r7 P; Y' H1 F# Z% d( D! OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # r# l* a- o. ` ^( K, a* ^0 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 | Y/ D. \) F# q3 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , X2 r1 g$ ^! ~$ p; |$ T& s
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,
* ?6 X1 d( e3 G$ f, k# P4 b l# I3 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
# J2 K# x, u/ ?0 r8 b0 u2 ~, F6 QHow you tried to set them free,
. I9 C! [, B# o3 l; L0 y$ y/ E. NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 e: H9 l! f" o! a g; `Perhaps they never will. |
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