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* e# b) k5 X' P' MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # g1 y/ I! i- j$ ]. x- s" \7 @8 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 N7 [+ f) h* H s5 B$ H; f( BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( W2 _$ L9 l" G+ n9 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 R2 `. {1 u- N, Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, l5 O0 C6 ^5 a) O1 e7 p" R# ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
% @& ^7 i- B& ~9 i9 SHow you tried to set them free, , r! u3 P% ^% w( y& U& [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# P: b8 o9 D- v) e8 R- |/ `3 s9 R5 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . @7 y9 [7 o/ h" Z5 t+ p8 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 l5 U; q+ W8 p, ]! pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( \6 M0 ^" [; N+ U) }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( U2 M( Z$ n2 o/ d+ ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , ~1 U1 L0 F a+ m- H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' ?' @, @# E3 i" H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ l3 p9 ~7 C) L# e$ K: I* xBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 t' M+ T, c3 N9 J7 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 x! o5 u$ t Q& h1 Q7 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. e* R+ e, N+ d3 P- X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 j: C1 Z" \- vThe 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, . {) k0 Z( |. u
How you suffered for you sanity,8 i/ f6 b- N+ `
How you tried to set them free, & L6 }9 H, X$ u0 H' E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 E7 a# P0 }/ b
Perhaps they never will. |
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