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0 k& M! R4 }% f! gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : P5 w& k0 b1 x! V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 ^3 {, [4 T( ]' Z: F2 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 |! w6 Z' h! b: Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 Q0 l$ z1 q- x' G$ H+ `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, }$ k- D, o- i% E& x
How you suffered for you sanity, ( A' M- U# s5 x0 E h ~+ N# [% x
How you tried to set them free,
/ C& U% j% V5 L+ M% c& t ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" d: l# n" H& YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, u1 L1 y V: m5 C! W1 h1 Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 U$ R& @+ W% U! \0 a2 q0 }( H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 O4 T8 e2 q5 |9 }" M4 i. oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 t. |; C- o: h9 g9 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 y6 T( n$ L1 S+ I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 S5 C' P2 a" ?+ H- r' D5 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ Q5 w6 }0 G- v4 B0 k8 t9 |, BBut I could have told you, Vincent, : I3 M: T1 g# L* k) n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 N2 e. @5 }& N/ E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 h$ @/ h8 [" r1 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ~4 ~4 D+ [2 x) b, A; k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" x: F) w9 R6 {* m) I6 {7 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : P9 D* H7 c; A8 X* L! o- o0 w$ e- S+ m
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 W* y9 L- F- \$ [- o. rHow you tried to set them free,
D5 M% @9 T: r, a4 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 ?! ^0 @, u& qPerhaps they never will. |
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