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- b& G( g* a% @' xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 y8 K' ^% f. z% M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 V& v7 O9 p' A4 w! RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ L, e5 k) r3 W i* S# b" B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 m6 l; P8 k" c4 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ @* q4 R5 S3 C; m5 w+ Z: \
How you suffered for you sanity, % {0 I7 d# }1 d3 Y- ^
How you tried to set them free, + Q# i' k! ~( B' Y. d) X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; b/ Y" e- U; W* RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 S$ [3 V; O2 ?$ `) p3 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' G7 S$ f3 {5 W5 ^ Q" IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * ~% A+ G4 T8 H( x0 w7 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 J5 w/ l7 s7 H3 ]9 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 C! u# B; {2 p, q- k" R% f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * |9 i' h; C/ O6 Y/ H( p7 u" [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 p3 v3 x0 G2 }4 i1 C& C( ~3 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 ?9 k' l7 Z( G4 m( B: |( o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ C& p% B _) B4 ]9 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , g1 H' f$ q/ k7 l. ~9 J0 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . H) p9 t2 X' q1 ]1 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - x$ n. u2 K9 o0 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % A# ~6 h& i- J( R9 b0 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & C( H2 H8 M1 ]& e* R/ @- [7 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
! \/ [- @0 q$ U# F4 LHow you tried to set them free,
d& N! t9 a1 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
a$ R% `) A3 Y+ D; CPerhaps they never will. |
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