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! Q- I5 z2 x6 d x" ?: GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" x5 g+ z8 j, }6 O/ t4 m2 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Q. |8 L5 N+ NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) m5 W) k$ ]9 I/ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & j0 h4 m* s7 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: S T- F2 ?& S, v8 E1 F4 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 w, k5 H. t" Z o% C, G7 W
How you tried to set them free,
/ v+ [. `* D2 x! U! g% V) ]# JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ O) \6 U) r4 n5 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # B. g% e+ o% s: [& j8 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 j% ^& L' }+ c3 \" t ~4 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . h8 m( U( H9 Z# h: l1 V. c" F& ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; E9 H: M/ \! @5 h: A! `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
p) a' X! T. eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' W S) i4 o! Q0 N( S# J0 `+ uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # R! r% d7 G R+ G" B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 c# s9 U/ J, e% {) l: Z) r# WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ B) a8 O p$ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 P. R5 b# k+ ?$ R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 y( |* K! D+ L& M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( h% W. r# n: b5 X: X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) X7 G) v; K2 F% J
7 P" d4 _' q1 J5 m- N: Y* jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. l7 W- n9 w7 P# N- k! B( H5 HHow you suffered for you sanity,: d2 ~* f2 Z/ G4 _) _( z
How you tried to set them free,
+ s# k" U6 V3 Z) [( ]1 ^- HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 k, v+ r* ]8 `. n+ XPerhaps they never will. |
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