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0 V4 I8 `8 Z' C. a- PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ h9 K x* t( u! Q9 t9 x+ u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 e Q1 i" d6 Y' f: L6 x8 ^/ H7 k" c# TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: y8 ^! N' a* ^; R- R( ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 B6 r: j/ w5 D( u/ Q9 K7 A% aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ y9 U6 p* T; MHow you suffered for you sanity, $ j/ t9 X2 _( u( Y1 k% S( {
How you tried to set them free, 0 B K" o; b! H# n" s: M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! L; Q7 w7 a, _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 k% }' E7 z3 [2 }2 T! y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ q8 F" t% _& r; f2 S! N8 N$ g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% K V( C) X$ X9 N) g" zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / C! a1 U- K& a: S, B- x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . m3 h- B M/ W3 \* M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 u& M) r, y, G/ I- ~, ]. l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) |$ [" r1 T2 M' C7 G; ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! h; I$ r& N5 ^& \/ VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 l4 M. E9 Z% f; f# gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) q9 c/ S# o5 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " S& s2 Z, R, d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 J/ c3 b* i: B) c/ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! b& y; @5 l5 B A, z- M; I
$ H3 Q2 c1 o' i( E m+ mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! }4 b5 j+ B! @ j) A$ rHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 F+ G; w% ^# ], p0 j0 OHow you tried to set them free,
" |% y# z* m; V, j* kThey would not listen they're not listening still, / U6 @" h! P* I8 P: z
Perhaps they never will. |
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