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* W5 N9 N4 y) J- f% G; C6 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ` v9 _6 K- @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + v4 s6 O# I! f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ z4 B) K" @! r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 W+ s! ~8 p5 o7 h8 }( \7 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 F, |$ Y) N1 g6 JHow you suffered for you sanity, # P, H/ Z. o& C
How you tried to set them free, ; _; H) g, G( J1 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . t4 m; s, k# V' H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, H1 P$ [8 `% I2 L. O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 B2 |# z% I7 f- q# \4 h$ _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
b) K( u2 G9 ~3 `- b# h8 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) B- m$ F$ E4 d* S/ l% ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 W7 T4 i1 B3 _- S4 _2 w( ]8 S* P2 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : Z$ g; A6 G9 f5 d0 q; i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 Z/ H6 j$ s) w) X8 }7 C6 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 P# {+ u5 g7 X b* U( SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 D% b- t0 n& d# l. A, p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ x$ n2 x( e) N ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 R- q! Z9 \) M+ m8 _! @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) f" y* Y$ r- ?8 K2 j* F z/ K7 Y2 x/ g- @
How you suffered for you sanity,3 m5 e k# X! }# U5 u; T
How you tried to set them free,
# O2 B8 G3 j5 d" hThey would not listen they're not listening still, % X3 c! _7 O8 S$ `8 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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