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& I- h) v$ b! L" EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 ^$ u) y/ L. G8 o) I4 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
]" C [# F. yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- W2 Z1 X) X) x" n' dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 _' S3 u" L& P. ^! c5 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& G5 E5 J1 V& x1 S! w) g
How you suffered for you sanity,
& F. ^8 R$ _6 g. L6 T8 u1 yHow you tried to set them free, h% @! B5 ~' Z/ s; @: S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. q$ D- K# A3 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 b; K8 W% t" {5 S9 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! x6 @' r9 [, L( i3 _! j* eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* h4 c$ i" B( B% f$ ^* ^8 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 l) R% Z: M+ i6 W9 \0 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 U0 v: {8 a2 r4 q* b" R9 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ r* b5 {* k. w3 Q g6 w1 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
U7 s; \$ @( OBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' H M! q; H# w# g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 l2 {* r1 x/ ?& ~' m+ K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ h+ W% L$ H8 ]3 C+ Z( x6 s' }1 d# XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 a7 j' S2 K8 t/ x! j' U0 m( ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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D8 S8 ~+ `: O" O5 f; M: ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
G4 q8 g. J" f! ?3 THow you suffered for you sanity,
, ?4 _" r+ ? U4 nHow you tried to set them free, P; X/ s/ f( @; M" Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ Y" Y1 x. J8 mPerhaps they never will. |
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