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& k0 M$ ?" ?% f" s/ i8 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( k9 M: N6 B- X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" h* X& m3 } I0 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- k9 V d5 D! U% W* }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) B% ?3 \( Y* g) Q# n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ Z: y/ V3 F4 y4 A- {6 [! H% `- mHow you suffered for you sanity, % A( @1 S/ L0 u+ \+ r) x1 ?
How you tried to set them free,
0 a2 g* H0 w7 x' ]! ~& ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / }) \3 s! b# e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " d2 `7 \" D/ ~6 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 m9 _$ K' N% ] N2 O' a; z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 O' b8 [+ Q( D' j# A$ L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ n6 X$ N. \) t: [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; G; _9 x& G2 {# `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# q: f4 Z4 d2 d T% q8 _+ ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, , S0 k( G3 O* j; P( ]% Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
{" r R& b7 W; o. Y4 @) jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 p W5 g' i2 h; L1 j. U+ W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; ?- y9 U( C/ L' I, |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 V3 z- M# Q2 Z6 Q8 `! l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 L8 T/ ^" p9 o, e! w9 S F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 K' b6 u* V+ ]8 fHow you suffered for you sanity,7 c0 j) X5 c3 K7 H% }/ n
How you tried to set them free, 0 C3 L$ j& O) g! X1 \2 X- G
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' R& ^; T4 y2 O7 q& h
Perhaps they never will. |
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