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& S5 h; |* i- d( m9 z& i" YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 G- _% m( V0 B9 \* X7 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" _6 q! d6 \, j X# g6 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' R6 h# h; J/ r2 a6 i- w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 u, I$ A* x, i. l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ ^* N, |/ ]5 s3 C- i/ {How you suffered for you sanity, : `/ ~) o( O$ d$ L& D4 O
How you tried to set them free, $ {2 u0 x* K4 R* Z" m5 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , C" O& e1 d4 z$ m0 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # D# p9 B' G& H' T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 J8 [# G2 R% S' {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* P2 }5 j) }* q1 s8 ?Weathered 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, 0 r& U! A) F; U! n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
{8 G1 w! T9 R' d* T: D: JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " x) h! A) k- I0 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 b, d1 ]$ V2 \9 a, ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# L$ N @/ |0 u5 D. `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / O1 H: N5 e7 @0 `) Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : X; p h& k( ~9 a" ?, f
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,
& E2 n9 j8 n9 u* M# mHow you suffered for you sanity,
- Z" W) ]! o/ F+ b' c" aHow you tried to set them free,
2 u: l3 Q/ G. L6 r9 n# kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ H& t! ?, b" P/ S F) a" {# LPerhaps they never will. |
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