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9 V4 Y% a# O- C* H/ M9 p7 c. zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 l: G+ ~' \9 j; i1 X* b, }. FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 b) f1 v/ l @ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 q3 e' C6 F0 f* VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . @# Q5 [% W: `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, d/ U6 i. w: n) U$ v' N
How you suffered for you sanity,
" v# y, I6 _( t& sHow you tried to set them free,
" {; J; Q8 ]: z$ S6 s% B, p0 H6 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) j# d9 y2 T6 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ V* I% x, @: N- PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ a% G8 ]6 g, s6 ] ^$ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% R Y) o9 d1 ?* D7 D D* R6 |- K1 N4 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& _# E0 H' {5 y0 N4 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . @4 I8 ^7 N0 V% {- b# ]; L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 _' _3 q, p! r0 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, J' S$ c. K* F( f$ q- ^# ~* @2 o8 \But I could have told you, Vincent, . D: A3 S9 c8 }4 u+ B& F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 p$ x, W! C; R* Y' [( Y5 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- {6 T! B9 J) B, M8 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ w! m' G, j8 v5 z( WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + Y4 R2 O w- P7 p* {$ |2 x: {7 t- Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" j6 q/ [8 u6 Y3 s; f7 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! M" y0 q. b k2 B- G' `. @/ C
How you suffered for you sanity,. y2 i; u) K* u* l/ l/ b
How you tried to set them free, " E$ S% [4 C0 u* R4 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( f6 F6 W8 J9 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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