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& }9 ^; E. A% R7 ?9 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- I" K' T: Y+ oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; h. V' s* y9 |% X* D( t4 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* R2 e( T- K; }0 B6 [5 a; ?( @" [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . X' ?% q5 y- J0 H' x: a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 x, }0 s' R8 @1 vHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 b6 _. u+ p1 B# c' t! j
How you tried to set them free, ; @& S4 A5 R( ?# B) L$ D& O# r$ r0 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * X- L' _( p0 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 l+ B7 \" p# x+ a* C- ~* ^" g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 D/ m' a7 t2 o+ v: e* y/ A. v/ _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' T, y! t( M, ]. N) a" ^2 _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, * ]8 _% ^* T; V# ]% k, D( _; P6 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( k+ `! O+ ]' S3 G! Y$ OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( D0 r. ]8 Q) [$ ]; s5 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 F R8 Y+ a/ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* Z) K3 s) H( s$ K) p! T* Q [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# y' Y H0 [; K; a( p6 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! R# f2 R' i. x, ?! ~! e: kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . m9 D+ k9 a/ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! ^* o. k% V: S4 y$ F) b$ B2 ?- V
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 Y8 Y' X0 a( YHow you tried to set them free, 6 d/ ~8 V# v% X: y/ s, @. `7 k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ s2 w/ s3 f5 b6 f* mPerhaps they never will. |
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