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& `5 g$ r( l# x! E' AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ f$ M4 |0 B$ e# U6 j! m8 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " y" h- C- Z: S+ B, x/ r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 m% L" c# @' N4 a. n6 W2 Y$ M" ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + i: n9 ?+ d9 ?! X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) b; E* ~+ x9 s- o5 \ M0 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 A) h' l6 [$ G% I5 r; zHow you tried to set them free,
# X- f- x, E4 g- H" h- vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. D# I# V, d( l8 T0 w- @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) M. v: {) S2 }/ D# H- }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , s" a# h6 Y# m4 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! `; r2 X& g- Q
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, # m8 A! F/ X0 a N% ~4 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 {" ?6 h7 T3 B3 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# W( D$ v/ F3 k% [- `( ^+ @But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 @7 m) I6 ]- O* y; YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# u! I: A( f$ \7 C% jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ~' C9 I6 _& uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 d0 I9 D$ R9 ^3 |/ D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 R7 G! U d% X0 T5 ?9 u! x+ {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * U7 Y4 H3 X& N$ _
1 P" r. L3 ?4 M5 ~- cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! p( |7 C! g2 c5 k; y# d# rHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 l" U3 S' A# x! nHow you tried to set them free,
* z! Y) {% e' _# A4 b# Q8 V) ~$ oThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 _) x% @1 Y9 p3 l: I# P: A1 X3 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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