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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , k2 U; A# Y% l8 T- k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 L1 |+ j( c+ r1 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 n2 x4 ~2 d; P; M+ N9 T/ I: Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . A+ ^9 \. ]' q# L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ]( K1 m; X& H- W+ ]0 BHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 G. C+ d* n% n0 q1 @
How you tried to set them free,
/ L7 ^1 t. P+ }8 O$ k8 e' Q! N5 q# uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 g" b* A3 @6 n2 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* C' I ^2 J m/ D0 m/ HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 l5 s5 A8 [4 R! |4 y7 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 |2 I. n' z+ ` {) I- q" z' R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. p' I: ~- _$ u: h9 \. S) l/ F" `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) I. ]# X3 |& f. D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 D8 i/ |: l2 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ c: I' J. R1 G# x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 t% p, C' N: o0 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 X8 t# K$ U8 Z. e! V; L nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; X% I0 J& u. t& l: h3 P. v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& K: j: y9 `$ X6 w+ aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. d+ t s5 X8 X. x5 x CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ M* d/ W6 k5 c fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- D N8 B& U6 K J+ z, m# kHow you suffered for you sanity,
) y( K# F! v5 wHow you tried to set them free, x+ h/ h# x2 I( b4 @, Q7 x
They would not listen they're not listening still, + z9 k7 t$ I7 f+ [- v. J- } J2 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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