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# }1 u; e7 N E/ AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + s4 o6 U9 {+ f" p+ N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , s1 o1 A: |4 L# o6 W, o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
]! r1 D4 f" b$ I0 r, i8 k3 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 Y4 p: R0 s% X' r5 h ^2 r) _) h! `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 d, k3 {6 ~3 b% c5 ~: e
How you suffered for you sanity,
. j4 |8 {* z2 E, N( w0 D w8 xHow you tried to set them free, 0 a+ x C% `9 O5 S9 z! Q; @& ?8 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " v- t( X% u" L- S v: ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # \# [4 k4 J% z5 f- P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, W% [: Y; Y6 s# F" {$ _7 ?( g$ W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - g. a, R; i( ^6 j5 u0 G% r& B$ e; V. f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / G4 S( e: Q: X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 i/ J. T; J$ E2 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % o2 }7 K% _8 S& A6 h5 R' V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , E" c0 D$ w- j( ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! X- T+ D9 O' J( yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 _1 z0 L4 j' E( t7 B0 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ o( ]5 K' q ?$ w$ W: TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& L6 [$ D+ Z' b8 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 E3 L" \3 n1 `) W3 D! j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " W9 Z9 R+ N9 N* b$ e
2 J: s8 F z0 K/ [% o& N4 z* e) `+ rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " ^ b" A7 w, k3 H* M4 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 V0 _. ~* A; ]( ~8 F+ LHow you tried to set them free,
2 M p7 _9 i8 ~3 Z h( [$ ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
) D8 @$ H$ `, C/ h" A5 M. GPerhaps they never will. |
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