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/ H. V8 J: E% y' m1 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 S2 _% U0 r8 o" B. G. r! X/ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 B$ d5 L" ]) u: W3 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( r% m7 o( i# ?: U5 |8 K0 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. R2 Z/ \) _5 q& d2 s' a+ J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ @: ~1 @9 }3 A) k- F. @8 \5 ~& c4 R
How you suffered for you sanity, $ N) D: A; T3 Q0 O" h
How you tried to set them free,
8 b* y) e! d; P9 O% K1 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 w& i2 X+ I3 m! o& n3 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) i' r) m, t) X$ ^: _+ h2 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 a" o0 b; X( _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 v0 l9 N5 k) Z+ v0 Z3 ?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, 6 k& U! D% }: e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 i" E# R0 b4 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 |$ S9 X3 C& A9 Q. gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* `1 `/ z' G0 C- }; M1 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 P% T( _/ _7 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 D3 Y" b" ^* }' p* HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; G* g4 c, ^" }/ I6 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 y! e: j6 o/ T0 k9 U( U% ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 }1 L1 g$ D3 r3 q. F( [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 K: Y8 N! v4 L/ E. W
How you suffered for you sanity,- N0 ^8 {# Q: a. v5 H" c
How you tried to set them free,
. ` m+ ~0 c w, w( q6 y) MThey would not listen they're not listening still, _1 D# Z1 o8 E. L2 p9 T9 R( ]5 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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