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* h" q* `7 O/ |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; }& ?5 ]0 O( F E @( kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # P' S, [: j& M; w |$ _) c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," h& W' i, M# x% y% w" u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ y6 e% x% ~6 m$ SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 G2 }; `0 m3 [7 }- l tHow you suffered for you sanity,
" W. E" d, _' l# o p. H" DHow you tried to set them free,
) v- X J8 N9 r9 B6 Z- @6 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; D4 \. d/ N) E" s- _7 U# TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' A% p, s* ^+ X" ]/ ?6 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 g8 M- m4 h7 V% k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" _/ g; l% O! x6 I6 D" V3 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( }, e3 g; Q6 D6 G! j! g- _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 `* t+ E8 ~$ x0 I- g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 v" ~, |/ r" S- e( a ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; ]4 t' A. D0 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 V! n- _0 f1 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 @- e' B; b( n5 N; f( c% ~- U3 _
0 R, j) c& |/ P" l8 r9 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + I/ M( a' F) Z* M2 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / Z) Y, D+ y# z8 ^8 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% @: s4 p4 g' e0 H, L; ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / X7 j/ }$ f5 \1 L m: {. m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( i/ X' B0 E$ B' S7 o
How you suffered for you sanity,3 t4 z9 l/ E9 O! o5 c& p( Q
How you tried to set them free, / d7 D: G _% Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) a- K& }. Y3 J" I2 c0 kPerhaps they never will. |
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