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' x- T* ~$ x) ?" X" EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; N% @( s% W% |$ y! O5 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ]* q) r, c$ ]+ m( b) K) S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& t" A. ?* r6 a, W' Q! J5 O5 z: J9 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 t& C: N0 Z0 j; n/ x* i+ G3 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! I. e5 J- }- Z. B2 |How you suffered for you sanity,
7 L& x& ~- j. T8 _, y, aHow you tried to set them free, 8 ~! J7 ^2 r# `: \" a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & | k1 S' z3 ~$ o4 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' X" P% r/ M5 Z' [6 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ `7 G, R. A; }% V1 I* ~7 e; \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 `0 O# M, M* [: @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + `* N8 d/ h& y8 {( s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: D( ^' |; z: m. [3 o; Z" wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, d E4 L! r) m! d: a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % |/ ?: x# `" X; D% `/ T8 f, h$ D
But I could have told you, Vincent, - x' g/ P. P% P! Q1 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 M/ z" a" @1 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % y% v) j6 r- t% y9 h7 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 \- U4 H7 O$ J% l i" C. Q# QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 \1 `0 R% Y- DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + _8 c+ f9 f! C- x4 l: }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) }; F V! f9 D1 G" n: b3 X1 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
* x) x$ k) V: n2 GHow you tried to set them free,
/ X! V* D& ?7 [5 kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 N F5 L; D3 R) |( m
Perhaps they never will. |
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