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% Z5 R6 Z" E1 v3 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! T5 x; _- Z3 S. H. e& i- j8 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : J; M, I5 u5 a& ?! _8 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) }& Z, F! f" Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 S! o. w$ D) @: G5 [4 K. T& `$ Q+ INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- \2 Y& N; _% ]& |* N& LHow you suffered for you sanity, ' q2 u% c' e+ h3 p
How you tried to set them free,
' ]8 m: u4 @% H$ s& jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 [; F7 K, R. g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. m8 m- i8 E T! R4 E: v" u0 T9 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 f4 P B, j# ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% ` v2 h: O: Y1 m- E) BWeathered 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,
: K/ F; n4 T- z& SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % m. B) M' P1 w1 _! k+ P t0 ?' U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: F& }) v& H) I% g* L6 A8 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, + S$ m" O7 {2 _. X$ _8 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% @/ d5 N+ ^( H/ s h: C. ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " V; d( d4 X7 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ f/ c8 m- Q+ m9 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
g4 t" ]* N( Y! J# O @8 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - g# U9 E0 J# n0 l8 f8 @6 m- b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 v& ^* o1 r+ Z" H( w, v* @How you suffered for you sanity,1 I' j# Z* w) a7 C
How you tried to set them free, ) r# z' P5 y# g5 H! n/ K; b9 o- n1 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ a) n6 Q- R7 l) D! ePerhaps they never will. |
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