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I1 z4 R: X* D9 f+ r( o2 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) |" w4 w' {1 O4 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" k/ |2 F' j" K+ y4 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 A1 {; e. a, t) I. X$ W4 N2 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 R% d1 h0 }1 k: ~, _' t2 e. eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% O3 ^! _: y1 s2 r; ^% s6 THow you suffered for you sanity,
0 H3 T( q, ]* g% C2 Y# r1 m/ c$ KHow you tried to set them free, $ `/ e d% O) c$ [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & A; P: W# D% w+ |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" F' s i( T- I) M( j' ?) O6 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, g X: f7 H, l- PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 }; c( \* j% x, Z) `$ zWeathered 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, ! q* k' I% x! V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 E: @3 \* T# O3 r9 [9 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 j5 p2 D Q' d* k. M; rBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 `* R- n% _! `4 @! y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% C8 Y1 o* l+ Z- c$ g, J; G$ HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / [3 ]2 p$ Y2 A/ [% J& O/ K" @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 E. M! ^ x2 F+ [7 v( Q; X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & c: G% R; _- s! s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. e! [9 x+ C t8 Z; GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 R1 V; y) w& X9 i1 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
# [( W; \/ _8 ]+ }3 z1 kHow you tried to set them free,
! p/ @5 n+ K$ s+ Q# W* ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% h3 ~# }! p. O7 {4 z0 uPerhaps they never will. |
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