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% U+ @5 c% M3 F ^/ H- tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' K* }& m) T0 P9 j8 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, y& z Y0 z8 X7 S# ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
B6 W3 `3 h4 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ Y# d' F) n2 E2 j$ h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! D4 B$ a" v& e7 t6 _# t4 H( s7 q$ PHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 [* ?2 g8 u4 A2 d. W" i, ?How you tried to set them free, I% \9 q6 ?; B$ m" l; a. N9 U* e$ J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * d1 U/ y) T9 }1 r. Y8 ~/ l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " a# N9 E0 ?' y% x$ ^ [% s$ h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Z. |1 ?( _0 y( s! r- |8 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # J" I5 z& O$ k& S+ h! z# r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " Y2 _) q1 M" z# W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 _3 h* ?: z( b' x5 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( d) ~6 k: R) f6 D$ u; p8 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
q3 x; ] N, D+ |4 {! x3 l4 X% ^$ @But I could have told you, Vincent,
# D( R$ Q' d' W. @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 e- j' U0 H/ i4 T; ]1 @4 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( Q4 s. b- t5 N, T T- c; MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! e" `+ o5 K5 }8 t/ R% pThe 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, 5 \# Y: [$ ]3 c1 s
How you suffered for you sanity,) V! w! d4 W# d" V- u- n* t& g
How you tried to set them free, % v2 x- @7 M8 s
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' y( a: a9 h8 ] N! e! r9 j* T& E9 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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