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3 f V) M8 d: [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 B# B! I5 j9 B$ V8 M% }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) W$ T9 B# Y8 Y+ CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% l0 s! K7 B' s- b/ z! w4 \5 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 G$ z) G/ r3 f: e$ _/ lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: t) |3 y" O5 s6 r! O) p3 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
- n9 v- k- @: |, PHow you tried to set them free, 0 O5 v H- l9 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( _3 [0 ^. W4 [: F# j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + [ }! d! e9 z# H/ V: r) C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ]2 ?' N5 R; e8 K0 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 o U5 U7 m( O3 }! e
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, # ~% k: {6 X3 z+ a$ |) V$ R; u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" Z. i) o* W6 N! T* N2 }% NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, N4 ~" q; S3 Y# _
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! n. V. J. \3 w, Q f3 O$ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % H R$ c1 c+ \. C; [7 q# u
& e1 ~4 C; `& e7 X% m' gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 \( f# A% x1 ?" WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - v8 s3 n! c+ s) O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ [. U; m, B. Q! b3 }5 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! h! o8 O/ k5 z6 i% a8 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 f+ x1 C4 U' K) v: CHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 v6 i- a2 i/ w# E# v9 e; LHow you tried to set them free,
, C* p( M" ^: S5 z+ R' x' qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& k# N g. L. U; M5 dPerhaps they never will. |
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