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( @ f6 q% X+ LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ J8 B+ r7 ]8 h- D" d( K, l# CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , a2 E/ J; {8 n) ~ g" |% h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; |$ R; d, D( N6 j J2 d6 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 _6 x% W ^4 s$ m; t' XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 `$ A6 w7 Q( N1 k1 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
' h2 y0 e/ h4 K) f( bHow you tried to set them free, 0 r, m9 j$ b; O1 S; @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & J( v$ B) M# F# S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 X; D7 E% V+ [7 b( f, j9 B" zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- d0 C) E. c$ jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* X( D# |$ K% J, E0 @9 a# jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. k T6 b1 g9 F+ w; @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 b8 @# H! W2 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' Q7 s0 d: J6 W& H& h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 j& K4 i, a& I3 X9 w) `But I could have told you, Vincent, - t; n H& _1 j# I2 e" ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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^9 j- H; b0 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& s4 D& F2 s# C1 a- L3 G9 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% w- C* K5 \& E7 e, U6 z# JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( S+ J' D$ R5 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 k9 L8 y3 B0 _5 m; S
/ `, s+ `) r8 M" p% @7 l* RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + q* E$ L+ t- ?" L. ]/ f
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ ~1 ~; ]# s) S4 q; KHow you tried to set them free,
! W! _' q( Y* _1 f) vThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 y5 D9 ?4 j# N, M5 X' n
Perhaps they never will. |
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