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& J. L* ?" i( Q2 B" Q! GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 U+ i! s9 W- W+ A& w3 B" S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 u. |+ F: v1 j5 x3 z2 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& v& y% g) n" a+ _+ I: `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % I4 {0 c2 r0 @4 ^9 ^1 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! e* i0 o: Q' P4 i( m; n7 u
How you suffered for you sanity, ! r8 O, d% {/ y
How you tried to set them free, ' M6 f3 E" e$ x& e/ i( `3 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ N4 `# |8 W3 j0 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . i! |0 ?) T5 _2 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! \" e/ U$ A" }* ?' J6 L; I2 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. U, k1 T+ Z. @6 g( \9 J5 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& h/ a$ h0 |. n% N$ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + p6 z2 l9 F% k$ S# h) `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 F! N( \8 T$ M( r$ m) \But I could have told you, Vincent, & w( p% L- F$ L9 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, }8 \: b" K( z! oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) B% o, V0 _* i# z# B; U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " L8 {; H1 G& E7 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 C/ p2 F+ s3 z, C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; p2 U" M7 y4 X% ^' H' C4 R% NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . z0 P b o+ O5 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
' r- J+ A/ `' s9 N3 i2 jHow you tried to set them free,
+ h1 t0 e" I# ?1 ]- ]+ XThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 u+ |" |* m) @+ D9 T: f
Perhaps they never will. |
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