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! k* E; T! d0 }$ R1 d* w7 Z5 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% i- O5 M1 P5 ~" [" RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 x( i% O8 X& f( L oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ j9 C; ^% q5 k/ B* k& S7 y9 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * I& D( a: d& c$ u6 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 @) T6 M! W. m, H, i# m! s3 {
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 X. _( k" u- X9 o7 g) }$ z
How you tried to set them free,
$ c2 ~- [1 x b6 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" U& b7 o7 L \3 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 }, c2 l+ B. l6 f$ ?2 G$ ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; \5 ]; R! h8 o6 t: ~7 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% z. z5 b# t2 J4 H' A/ DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " d3 A. m0 O* |" T z9 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; D3 T$ E* d# J- ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, / B& s2 k5 \, [+ p* W7 u' j u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" m$ W! l8 M8 P3 X, S, aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
u. q0 ~1 T' i; R+ R: QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + V+ q3 C) \7 J) d2 Y6 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . p; ^$ h" K& H) ]9 g: a7 `2 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 P1 C2 n+ b0 r
$ D2 X2 m* w( Y9 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; p) @5 ]8 D; `, ?; G$ J! @: k
How you suffered for you sanity,3 _$ b8 u' a! v4 l
How you tried to set them free, % F2 S/ Z# n2 p7 Z! E
They would not listen they're not listening still, & F% ?, ~, e- s) T( N
Perhaps they never will. |
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