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' B( U, x4 @# X9 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) u8 ]3 c# v# [! r5 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, t9 L) K# e* T4 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
H$ R% w0 p# V" D# r/ I& k& KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 [' e9 y! G4 G4 m q+ U% w7 O% nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' a6 w. W* c, z' {
How you suffered for you sanity, & x, U Z* g* m
How you tried to set them free,
' R* D" {1 X7 R" uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 j2 r% L1 c" X- W3 J' X0 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# F; t( A6 O* d, YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ]2 M* A( I, U$ |7 |# ]+ I4 }: k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 Z* r% g. O- n7 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , p& X2 ^* Z2 }7 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , C- @& {! M* N/ Z( Y0 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 _8 P& w# z& f) B( A$ S, N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 t2 d* Y6 p. y m$ B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! {- R" J& {) i6 A3 t- K# CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 G7 U- V- ^# l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 o/ U* Z1 _0 G+ N- p: kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . k2 d6 H E; [2 `. Q+ U* t% R" }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' p |' g" D( T1 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! W+ v3 ]! ]5 w1 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & V. t5 K0 ~/ K
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ F" D7 f: d4 v3 `9 l: X" xHow you tried to set them free, : a8 U, f' B/ j( x" P; y. R* G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; y# ]& S" i- \Perhaps they never will. |
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