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0 a4 b4 J! E8 l0 Q/ DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' q" d* c4 R) R; v; h" R' i$ Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - C, }3 D) X& h* u* e% h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 e6 ~! ^, ]$ F% {) ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & L, F. S! W" B4 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' n7 Y& R" i% W- H1 s$ m, lHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 z. r# z7 \* @( J
How you tried to set them free, / \& d) B4 n, g3 x) e6 {4 o6 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ M" Z$ j3 q. r) `% J% N1 J( y" @) Z) ^! i& zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 ]9 i& J# U0 y& Z+ U& K9 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / l: V/ h f. @) a5 J: o; q! [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. r4 L0 ~: V& `4 H2 s- XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: a2 F% t6 I: x; ?; h0 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ j. I9 u* k. R9 W. Y; dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 E9 F. E4 u' e9 r! ]/ F3 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 L) w' N4 T. w6 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. Q, J3 A8 o; r* N# @$ _: [8 i0 d9 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 C( p- O( Z- x3 Y) Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 x: E: I" H0 l3 b( L, ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; M7 A) ^! X! Y* Y/ h" h# j! D2 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ g& R2 P* Y3 |; p7 Z3 t, rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; C% a/ ?2 Z; p+ S- s! ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 g7 z$ k& J: g+ B+ t, qHow you tried to set them free, # q j6 V/ x" l
They would not listen they're not listening still, , {2 X/ {; Z' v1 `, Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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