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+ B- i7 v3 z+ r$ v% a& M4 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 R& K7 g- r' r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . W6 |! a( H6 S+ u* }8 R5 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' f0 B0 a% t/ E ?0 }6 ` L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; m# o6 {* `9 e6 {) H) j/ f# MNow I understand what you tried to say to me, A+ a: R% X/ O& ?- R8 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
* s' e3 S) P& S- y9 Y( J9 tHow you tried to set them free, 3 a9 f" Z5 v1 N1 r3 j# G; [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( f, P5 d! {- ?5 m8 H. D+ c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- o, A7 Z0 ]& tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# b; w3 m4 G) _) a6 E* i: LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 c2 K8 i3 a! [) V; U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. W" h: Y/ k# h, O, t6 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Y, C6 v" t0 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 I; \; h1 v# U0 {- Z) q, V6 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, w' ^; y3 C, o/ }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 l, g1 h3 e: Z! f0 d# I" {4 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 M* E# K+ i0 ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & Z1 D0 Y5 ?' s1 Y1 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ S3 L% l) h) \; W1 z& h# Q8 j- aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : |; \3 f) n$ h% W1 |/ _4 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 n: x, [) f1 v
$ o$ s( N$ E8 |/ g1 ^6 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 g" g$ |4 `% z- V$ K) hHow you suffered for you sanity,( ^$ s' \8 J/ p/ |# v: D
How you tried to set them free, ) g3 @" e' G' m' j9 f& ]& z- U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, K: O' B# p- Z& u$ ]. D7 jPerhaps they never will. |
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