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# M3 D- z/ b6 D5 h" {2 p: oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : r$ v& P. Q- W7 A! m4 r, V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ K+ a1 o, C: J& {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 M. ?% |4 r# L. b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! J3 ]. j8 ^0 M! h# U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( M9 S, s2 x- L/ w: {/ d: E
How you suffered for you sanity,
( N7 G, J, N' r# M9 SHow you tried to set them free, 1 ~: [( m$ B3 E' n0 I. l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! k9 }* S; @ F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - }( o" f7 [! R. r8 i# Y1 l+ z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ z. E9 ^3 [. `; {3 `3 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* N# q% n! r5 n8 r- F0 H/ IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 s( R6 Y, S* V; a
; R1 b6 d' |7 @# UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. e6 K' E+ G: l: j: ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 N K! o) ]! K% W) B# [7 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 \$ f6 {% e: B0 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' y. M! h$ L0 Q7 ^, o8 W) _3 J9 j7 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ h; r2 s: z. LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 i0 j. W% B) {" X1 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , R8 Y6 c" U p3 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 a2 y7 ^; K5 F8 t1 E3 i" HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 K$ a0 R$ v) O* _' J4 Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % F1 n; c D. X( h' d' N: |
How you suffered for you sanity,
; j. Z; V2 ~9 ?8 A( I# {0 YHow you tried to set them free,
E% k5 c/ x$ F* |: R2 X9 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' i, Y; C$ h9 P$ e# [' u; _ J
Perhaps they never will. |
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