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, T4 G. ~) v2 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # N" g6 U3 T9 e: D! N8 r4 G/ T7 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' b7 c$ j* V3 t# X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ~; L: H! m/ W0 d0 K* bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 K8 g, y9 g1 L5 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* U3 e8 ^, \. H# a. X( l; F
How you suffered for you sanity, # m! }. w9 K+ f
How you tried to set them free,
! e3 k( N$ V( ^! ~) f7 R$ YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + t" R" B5 Q/ ]4 o! j8 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- Y% j% l9 U) b I2 q; xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " x; q3 u* u. m9 S$ f3 u6 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & d# {# |0 c; v5 r- n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - n, m( q. T4 y" ?0 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . e- T9 r- D# [" [& H) p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, s6 q/ G+ ^, O* U# P1 T; T2 R; S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # Y" l2 j% [& N+ e0 `5 Q' F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 [+ t8 [& L4 d3 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; ]7 S3 l2 E! {% D6 s | ~# nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 j9 X6 H3 a5 Y# c1 M- y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 T! ?7 @0 n1 _7 G9 ]# ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, A& Y6 N+ d9 m& }. S. T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ Y+ e0 g: C+ ?8 l( }. W2 `( PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! N0 E7 e: V# s, c% ~9 @
How you suffered for you sanity,# l( R z) K: O& E) _6 w+ W1 r
How you tried to set them free,
# `. p- z3 t0 e( @They would not listen they're not listening still, ( V0 S2 F f+ @# b6 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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