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$ E0 A, e5 P0 J5 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) S! g* _8 T( _) u3 I4 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! T" o) n* J1 o* m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 U4 }& k* H: A: q: h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 P0 p _0 @1 L# yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' }' y' f! V0 |9 O. Q( t/ [How you suffered for you sanity,
" [6 h& o: X: b# D# AHow you tried to set them free,
% b4 d' l7 [$ G6 S7 ?9 A& C/ }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% ?7 b# U c7 G9 a2 @, ]! ]( _. yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) u, ]/ z* Y' ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 }9 w. p3 f/ q+ x, y6 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* F# {& ?8 Y3 V, u- j! l9 @) gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) X& z8 y& T4 W7 a. z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 I3 W6 }. ]2 d5 ?. k' k4 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 i5 d* L3 I7 c9 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' _: h# H7 h$ a2 a4 q/ \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# f. e) Y6 k1 M* E9 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% |0 p. u* c$ u8 c/ _1 @+ y: sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Q3 X9 e* B! J: A+ K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 n9 F2 P0 [4 f8 A: h9 L. e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, O* i- ~& [: Y9 L: T+ ]- K2 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# M$ [$ h* N8 S# N" W6 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! Q, v% w& v l4 O$ A
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 m7 v: C. X; QHow you tried to set them free, ) B7 i! _" g4 g( J. i4 J+ _, u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 Z" O8 V* ?9 e! o- U2 r4 T, T& B4 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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