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6 c s h6 ]4 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ U: B- y) H4 @! x( |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! J: N; m6 e0 y# t4 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Z; s4 `$ w, g1 o# T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ~( a3 a& A% i$ t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; ~: ^% e( g B& u
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ }+ _, r% D2 n6 s; HHow you tried to set them free,
2 ?# B8 n% k, n) P9 X; Y$ tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 C. ^! L2 U" Q& s3 A0 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 j2 n, f8 M1 o$ ~$ B; s! I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 @; s% q W0 |# D+ O+ B% G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, o ~8 S- ?+ A! QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ X$ S) ?% a Z+ x. x6 v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 \8 t% X6 M1 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 a( v; J! R M- w( fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 F! D9 S5 ^( BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! a0 n% T, x) T# q2 a1 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 Y# {7 k5 f" v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( i; l; G4 D, t6 R& d, ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Z: F% O- Z1 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) |) e* q- j9 \0 r4 y9 d7 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; X# n q7 @& ]. t, u
p9 `/ C9 E+ d8 y! l- U* yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ y& \) j% X# T- t* N
How you suffered for you sanity,. m# A. F) e9 X4 e, S7 z1 y
How you tried to set them free,
Z! {! |) V. l! ~8 q0 d/ AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 A7 c9 ?+ w' j) Y5 aPerhaps they never will. |
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