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- m0 y3 M. D) x' ?* H c% P1 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 r) _; ^" Q/ D8 y, e, WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( K& ], P/ v* ^) D) \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; d7 ?+ ?0 m; mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 S' [: @5 J" ^, p0 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. v5 }& p$ _2 s' ~2 ^ ]How you suffered for you sanity,
. c; v0 k- ~5 w( E* H) X3 WHow you tried to set them free, 4 E/ Z$ W, P: C2 c3 T8 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( Y& k0 i3 x6 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 O6 I- y9 R6 D' ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, k8 U. ~& ?" A: j- u% rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 S. F/ t1 v5 [ iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - r3 q; s2 b1 t& H1 ]8 n/ j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, R4 S6 Q- x( P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) L% [; A5 o* e1 {. w8 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
`/ A$ n4 S/ S1 T" e" y, X# a; \But I could have told you, Vincent,
x, O2 |: G* Y) q: }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . @' x. F- R3 N9 \: B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# x4 A! t3 `) L/ ?2 h: h7 s9 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ P$ k; ` w$ D9 }4 ?* }3 DThe 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,
3 q- l6 d+ ~! p8 h$ ^% vHow you suffered for you sanity,
* q' [4 p! V, iHow you tried to set them free, 1 m0 v8 _6 C7 z) S1 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, # {4 r7 N* x4 Z0 ?; T
Perhaps they never will. |
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