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% L9 c1 t. m' N; S% @* s- L! @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! Q0 y6 ]* r" Y1 k) E2 @! F4 `, q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! ~7 {# C8 Z# {: g9 ]0 s- a, U! D8 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 O; Q' w! i( G! G/ _, L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: C9 _8 j" o, \$ @: |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) I. o! M- X2 I8 c8 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ W; t W1 J! x# r, mHow you tried to set them free, ) m( Y. H4 l/ t6 d$ Q( q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 ? E: G% G4 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 E8 f9 t( D% w1 J0 b2 M; U/ r% @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. _$ P" U' S; @! xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Q4 M2 H6 \, c3 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 n9 {5 `5 N4 s! t+ n/ @) N" E
# }% C% F# L. d# H$ M0 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, m& A1 l% r# n: i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 E$ l/ @, B- i/ Z: s/ Q: E2 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " T- O3 V# E6 M$ Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ M" v2 R4 q. l, jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 b& |+ T5 [# t/ j CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 D. S) J5 P8 [5 m p! hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : |( L1 H) P! ]0 ^- g. Y! f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 ?* K. M/ \$ i& lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : c v* Q& u: W4 K2 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 {" U y" b, g" o5 v7 pHow you tried to set them free, 5 n8 ?8 ^$ ]# X3 `- Z5 w: [) u; U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 i# @4 x5 a- x2 l; q0 u2 S2 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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