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6 g ~( I. h# e9 H8 g$ G. x- ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , _% D+ I) x) q; P/ T5 p& i% E, P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 r% ~3 I/ K' A5 ], _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
C6 X) n& S1 g$ c9 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" ?/ p( q- a. S! A2 R( ^" JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! u4 B! e2 ], [' S
How you suffered for you sanity,
% i) [+ L9 [/ C8 D9 M5 ]8 EHow you tried to set them free, " y5 ^" R8 S" h; U+ s; D6 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( n+ B2 u9 b" I- t) q3 Q: TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 Q# |+ N, T/ Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) o1 w8 S- i# J- u9 i z7 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) T3 o/ @' i. r$ _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 d1 c. n" s& B8 A5 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 x1 }" ~& [) `1 l! f S( a* IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ ^% t) D) [- {/ O( W" qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 E& _$ k" ~* w; t; ]3 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, : \- C9 l K" \$ z; P, i$ g& a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 Y& D1 b: @/ f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 J7 ?9 U3 g. f# M% N! r/ _5 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; ~ b* @8 G+ w) mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& v! q6 t! R3 Y) y1 z xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 P- D$ Y; I. s* ~. q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
X% Y. ~) q! V$ }7 y8 jHow you suffered for you sanity,0 U9 b- a# _) F
How you tried to set them free, 6 F' j: \; Q. I# D7 V1 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 [+ x: u0 r1 o# ]2 h2 BPerhaps they never will. |
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