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- o8 Y( ^$ ^4 N% zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 [/ z3 x6 j! [' K; c, x3 Y9 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % O/ t5 W U' e0 h, X+ Z' V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 P9 L7 o( v/ ^+ K* P# u5 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # p; T2 I* ?6 s% b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 }9 y7 U: A) H3 G* m
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 t; B0 s6 a6 {) Z) R0 lHow you tried to set them free,
6 R+ n$ d {) V0 S& S# BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * i, a. Z2 h. V1 L- i( G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: i% c+ L, y5 T$ a+ V# ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" L4 N. h# `/ ~( g. D9 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; j$ x6 Y4 n# e. a2 l0 s4 z$ J3 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. y+ t. o' x3 j( A( p5 H% f, d; m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 L. r- B* x" S. m( ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 u; S0 r2 j0 J- D$ tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; H- Q. j5 c$ KBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; @8 k" j. [& k: Z% k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 u& M9 o# S0 o: \* g1 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / J# t9 c7 C. K* O- l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 t" a3 Z' l+ ?: ]" {' U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 l4 z" B: w7 _+ i8 x, \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: ]1 c& |! l" d) ?( [! Y6 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 O8 A% X1 X; W9 l2 O9 q ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
) }: p& P4 n$ B! `How you tried to set them free, 2 s( o# r J( Y- l0 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 o: S/ U0 s4 ~. i W: NPerhaps they never will. |
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