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' Z: z( d+ Q( ^5 G QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 M' x. R! h: D S* G. {5 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % R6 u: `& t5 V+ z" K9 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 J8 D- K8 {8 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 x5 g6 a: y* }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. |2 X6 ?, ~- J0 d, ` wHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 A4 b' x5 P5 [! U0 j
How you tried to set them free, # [/ Y* D2 p7 O6 v4 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* R1 P7 T2 Z6 H% gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 u, V1 i" o( A) x1 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " A8 G8 g$ l9 b/ M& ]+ t0 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: h7 R+ e7 [3 @: BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % G" H- r- r c7 J, r. U ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- J6 y8 n/ T: RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( i$ s4 t- k) O7 U2 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " d/ \, E. p1 d! ]" u
But I could have told you, Vincent, . y1 G0 g/ P4 z, I4 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: r" [3 `% L- Z W1 }8 S, o/ }0 c- HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . I9 C7 y* }; u2 q; o2 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & d& g! n _% l, ]9 ?& n e3 M/ U* M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( w# d: p, O7 i( |5 ~8 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : z! d! z0 q3 S" ~3 J
1 A5 v9 ^% G ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ j+ ^( q; j+ sHow you suffered for you sanity,# o7 d/ Z2 s/ l" |' Y
How you tried to set them free, + c- I- O7 Q! K% Z/ b* f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 C, O& S$ e* X& Y e4 vPerhaps they never will. |
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