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7 b9 j; I- J/ T8 R6 E( k5 u: |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 W% a' M& _, A6 z% [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# g* i. k- e2 a% S& g0 K% S# n9 l5 U" r, HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& Z6 N! A9 U4 e- U P8 V% g. s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 s" A! g# Y7 j8 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 D- q) p7 F8 x6 n% ~0 F1 |
How you suffered for you sanity, % Z$ E; h- G: y' `% Q) K; j$ S
How you tried to set them free, . k6 I3 a8 V7 [) i! Z# U* J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- A9 d/ l: n$ K5 ~5 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 e) W; h$ _$ H) p& g" s7 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% h. R# P$ m d _! ]* C5 D5 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, C( w. J( C. B1 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; N. V% M; s: N/ ^4 y j D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# W- k! l$ y8 |0 ?7 l# h" OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: ]9 J/ C) i. N. ]; mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! p) A/ n( ]5 U+ D% H3 T
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) u6 s% J3 T0 v- u5 \! }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' j. o3 w+ T# o9 g5 H" v/ p" z$ {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ T7 s7 T4 Q3 p' v0 e7 j+ w; c6 g. E5 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. W: h% s6 g" g- F. W6 n3 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 S8 Z' m: M4 K$ C/ U) v( SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 [7 N& T, ]- ]' k# @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( L) U3 D( ^, M; {
How you suffered for you sanity,3 t% V& p* w2 k4 x: `" F' `* d
How you tried to set them free, 8 y, y4 V, n2 H4 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, * ?0 r9 @) J3 g3 {6 f) _& _/ F4 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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