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- T" i0 F: s) W7 j+ \# O$ C1 W+ vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ ]6 V% ^# G! h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 p9 [3 e9 x [# ~+ n# p' p& q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. m7 A6 X; Q. R. g4 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ P1 ?2 {0 q) B5 K3 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ X6 |5 D( m B i" ^, Q: T
How you suffered for you sanity, : h5 \: R$ @7 X$ ^7 t
How you tried to set them free,
3 G/ ^3 Q$ V' E9 ?0 m0 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 S' |; w9 A, e bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 h2 I/ d3 K" _3 f5 o$ q% [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 S8 R) m( v5 V& L, EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . j. W9 d }8 h; O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : }: o& n; y# H; A" L5 Z+ D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! A1 q v- X: V( j1 \* g& C8 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, [/ z* s! t' R. A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 A; A8 b, A& y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# S% I9 F0 k$ @& O& wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; G6 |% s9 C0 w, a8 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 G3 r3 h; Z/ U9 b4 P+ RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' u# z- n% x; s& S3 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# R$ D- K% K6 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. X! h' g! c$ B; d: k3 B0 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 k7 S. H3 H5 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
; A \* ~1 a2 O! F) c) y! I" ]How you tried to set them free, " Y3 t2 y: O+ @# @6 L9 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, W7 i4 \7 P( f2 B1 g* ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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