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) g7 J$ a2 ^, }# e% Z8 ?. tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 `2 r' \4 }- P5 L1 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! o- K. T, \- |5 W2 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, e: z% O& d, @+ M' u; {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 L R$ a6 P! J5 D) X6 q' R1 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ _) ^) n0 i& T' l. \1 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 E' A; C- F: D! @; \How you tried to set them free,
3 u% @* ]' _, H" H% LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ C" Z0 D/ z% v+ xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# [ A9 x/ l% T, v2 b) sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 V7 S+ s+ o8 U2 E% F" F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' r- i, y3 d \+ i' j% @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,
' ]6 y# T1 I6 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ t4 ~2 d: b+ [ p- h! NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: A9 D0 p" y4 M% WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 p' _; X' t% |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 v+ h4 F& ] S/ g* D" O$ d9 z1 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ m; g$ X- ^0 Z0 z$ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' l# g+ b, G3 k$ X( z$ d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 x! @- Z" Y/ i3 Q5 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ \7 L9 t1 J: wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 h9 q: v3 P9 e7 Z! d
How you suffered for you sanity,, s" T- K, o8 S
How you tried to set them free,
& r- N ?# f; W( k& q: Q) [3 N$ {They would not listen they're not listening still,
. t q% `. a- o4 B4 R2 J* t/ }% jPerhaps they never will. |
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