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% M/ X8 Q! C% C3 ]1 ~% [1 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Y- ~5 ?1 q' ]& C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( Y' K( o. g% V' t. ^; Y8 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: Z/ p$ Z" W, |2 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 D7 I% G S- B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," H% t2 e$ G k
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 [& w7 {1 k( nHow you tried to set them free, ! ]% `' J6 a6 V3 b: J7 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; R, Z$ A9 Z' M: ? ~7 w: lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ }" b- R$ K3 @/ Q0 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 T: Y6 O& t) u4 M; D# N+ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, a+ g) i/ q' P) V1 uWeathered 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, . }! n$ F' h- U3 q) r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ n& B$ Q! U' j* ^* O# \! f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) n2 h3 z% v# d- YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" ^; }6 ~" O: D' V5 [) X# N; DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 p0 M; M$ c& `7 d5 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 U7 s/ U: Q) a) a: v# n4 ~1 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # O: Y& q! N2 w; p. F. [: O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % Y+ Q: j9 r" Q: R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ w* _% {, W9 S7 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 h y: x2 l# ^, v! B8 h( r
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Z/ g3 C- w8 J/ [2 JHow you tried to set them free, % R! r% Q! n; R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# m# X( p$ ~( O. V( [Perhaps they never will. |
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