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; C$ P9 z( J4 a1 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! e' [/ I* R3 [0 Y2 F+ |. o: OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - C6 `: y! ^1 f$ x( X) q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' i- P. ^. R% B8 _( yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' w5 W6 l" P, b" }3 i, j/ b" n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 E" z) X) F0 g$ N, n5 a
How you suffered for you sanity, $ _9 P' ?; y; @; O& g
How you tried to set them free, . }: r) t a% q$ l7 w& f8 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 ~$ u/ T/ \' H4 `9 {+ f2 A- q. Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) I+ P9 X6 d, n4 X" U# ?+ u: B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : [) g( r% W1 z8 I5 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / L& u- b6 g( s7 C& L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( u9 ]4 {$ |" Q0 o9 h6 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 v$ O% `& K; Z8 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" l/ K, C0 \: |7 L, Z7 }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 \; W4 i4 E5 y9 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 ~. i. s2 r/ x* G5 s$ m& m% L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # V/ Y) Y- s2 \ e" P9 t5 B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 Z" P0 n) q: G; U) U$ L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 T6 F9 T1 k9 F/ D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 E k3 M7 E# [( r: M. a2 B* }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 a, z) e! x! t
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 I- v; X% R+ SHow you tried to set them free, . j" O% @/ b6 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, - ^# t4 p4 t0 u3 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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