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* h9 e- P1 N2 Q( e( X& H5 ^' AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) F, W) G$ X5 h# u3 X1 i! XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Q0 z& V- k& W" I4 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: m' u' f) l/ E- p' o, \4 D3 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 d! i8 ?; H+ {, \2 p! ^2 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ M$ m5 b) l3 ]9 F0 |* j3 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
) ~7 g0 v' ~2 I' j0 ]7 M( t* |How you tried to set them free,
( E4 \" ]/ {3 r) _+ i; K4 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! X, J* n. a ?0 ?* m/ v+ r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : d- I8 N/ `( P3 g% B7 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 c) V! J: A2 W+ {3 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) k! h# ]: U/ x& t, N3 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! ~2 b8 T0 z9 v3 F' v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
X" M' C3 ]9 X7 c+ i9 K! AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 g6 s; H, Y8 j! R
But I could have told you, Vincent, & r( a( n' {0 e3 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 f X! g# f# F" h% UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 R2 W" t/ n. o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " T- I( J$ t! [+ c8 ~5 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 v/ ~0 K8 W6 W: M0 o, f
. [6 S+ y" C3 f: ^; s& q& ]- ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # t$ L+ h9 ^ `% }
How you suffered for you sanity,% P; N7 c9 C l. Y2 A0 a
How you tried to set them free, ! D8 p v0 k3 S0 H0 n! Z1 W
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ Y: Q+ R& C- Y, L- q
Perhaps they never will. |
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