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2 P# E/ h$ K% K' q" Q$ a0 i9 G: zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 p: q/ v; v/ }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, K8 E5 ~! `7 c6 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% q# {" w6 {$ E2 D; XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # F: b+ a1 T* x9 k* F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! E v, ]$ T/ |How you suffered for you sanity, . \# [% k# H( S- s* x! E
How you tried to set them free, + ~/ h0 d& ^8 ~4 [8 {) g- n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " T/ ^4 A! L5 M2 o9 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 p5 A# L! ?2 ]$ Y* y( C2 @& J& ~5 o5 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 ^. O2 @' g+ q& v2 v, FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , H4 ~% W0 z* m; a# ]' p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 `& g$ X7 p5 V+ z' C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , }& _7 q( N$ c: i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) M. S. K* c# a7 d: u: zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + n6 V- q6 P l' j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% E" M: y# _0 w- @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # G5 V7 i+ Z6 }4 V) k9 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 K- X/ N t' U9 y' Q+ S+ j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + [# _% a" v" }/ G8 s: K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 r, |" P2 L6 |) J8 p& S! u# XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : R D, h9 |: G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 y' n7 k. c0 p _
How you suffered for you sanity,
% r3 S' P2 E" `5 V" H' RHow you tried to set them free, * z" S! H5 N# s. o- C( z8 R/ u
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 }+ w3 W; O7 S( g1 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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