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% e0 R h3 N% }4 y0 g6 I9 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 {$ J9 g5 A5 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + [0 Q0 ^0 F1 c8 A; Q& ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( E9 h! o6 i- M3 {) G* B+ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 j# D1 v1 w8 @3 t! H4 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* @6 j: @9 Z2 u$ a# JHow you suffered for you sanity, & z- I6 J H2 I: L
How you tried to set them free, / i) R9 L. Q m1 ]! [$ r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; Q2 g) i- l% G' tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) r& y- g2 r4 Y0 t% t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 s8 Q+ h9 q% q8 |: R9 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 v2 d [+ N) Q0 o- M: b" aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 H* Q6 h; @( T, o: n- m2 N$ mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. v5 |9 G7 r, o) N: fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 z, q" B" t! }! C- \) \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* m1 B' l6 G% ?& q& W$ V& fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 `( y8 [1 @2 h4 a; P3 f% O8 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # D# m" C$ }) \2 o% @$ K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + y2 C& A ?7 C7 R( W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ]0 Z6 v9 O7 z; D( g" T! ^1 K# iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 A j' I# V" t5 `! B6 a+ g) @# B5 a, ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + R0 y, C/ g8 r5 j' N' [" Q9 O; y: V
* P6 N1 a0 \# X ^* Q( ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . a1 M: E8 O, ]( s
How you suffered for you sanity,
, c! E& ?4 c1 @! V6 v# x2 S+ VHow you tried to set them free, : E2 T- D' k/ P. E6 C1 w
They would not listen they're not listening still, . \) w/ m. v9 B& j& u
Perhaps they never will. |
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