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9 t" c3 w+ A9 k9 k$ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
H- t$ ~% \* ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ H3 Q# x% ^; x! IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 G2 G. z6 ]: y2 t4 ^8 J; tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 E ~" u; m! C! G& Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, j5 E9 E3 d% P6 N1 W+ t+ R
How you suffered for you sanity, . u+ C: K4 [9 m+ Y) @$ F
How you tried to set them free,
+ Z. _6 n* F4 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - \* V) _% A7 L: m% f+ v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 @) e' g5 R$ o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 v( p/ N/ x8 \) u, v/ ~" }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 i1 t' c, j+ X. j0 B9 h! O4 D5 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ y' b" N8 M, I( ^
5 I. E/ W' i/ e6 M( g0 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - u# R4 b- A2 L% e" G) L, S+ Q$ M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: _% z1 ~6 V7 ^, \$ FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 p6 c& l9 w \- c, M! hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& @1 o& A* }: V$ \+ Y3 f/ f b* JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- c# a2 z o6 k6 @. gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 {# T" L) J/ s- v, F9 ?+ O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ z. d I2 }3 w4 U6 B( xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& `$ F$ h5 ^4 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # A/ Y- P; S0 o/ [0 P2 c6 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 z# Y+ `; v9 j2 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
% R% y6 `$ n: bHow you tried to set them free, : C; F% I7 |& V+ z b5 m: }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 {7 X& I/ n$ e/ M6 J) I. cPerhaps they never will. |
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