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+ w) U, @" v$ k6 s# @" L/ ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 q0 Y6 w, w& M' C) }/ i$ N% ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- Z. x9 g; H8 Z. Y% G. }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* V$ T- D2 _# R* @( W3 y: J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 w# G/ P$ ^" i- p. p" X# U1 S; Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 T' b* l J: I+ [) E. U5 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
, a' T: [! U' S: [How you tried to set them free, 8 U: \9 Y3 M, [' ?5 J ]& I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( z% r/ Y6 V( r3 I9 z8 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , p, w' R6 G$ V" u* l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' @9 @; ~3 I" y9 I- D% f/ D: QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 R( \# y; X0 I$ r' P; U( [7 O( |
Weathered 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, - u# C( M! c3 o+ [" [6 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 F! t: r( h7 k& f+ L3 c8 S6 L$ A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; {2 ]. `9 `' |5 M7 W2 nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 p3 a: q5 e3 |& f4 T# }; ?; k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; n8 c% d4 ^, p, z; E; x- ^2 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* |# b( k/ Y0 K. yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 y2 M8 h$ ?2 N0 i: k; `5 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 ?2 c0 M V; _* V# i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % Z x( Y+ y2 N2 i
; z& d, @0 `, k& x- D3 b/ g/ HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + I" H* [! [8 u& G
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 \- J8 p# `8 qHow you tried to set them free, ) l9 J1 @' Z- J+ U; e' Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 a$ C! A4 C5 B" L% X: l- m1 bPerhaps they never will. |
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