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+ h& \$ T$ \, ^* N4 {) @# JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # i2 a) g/ ?3 x6 {% Q8 f5 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; a: H" K+ E: i$ P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: Z8 C# ]' c5 Z( {6 S3 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ R. Z) F. n: _& HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 M$ R; w" y" u* B U
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 z% b p+ \% ]- P% f, Z8 t7 R+ s7 qHow you tried to set them free,
# S2 Y: @: l$ pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ ^; I4 w; E1 q- gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # k2 C' j) Q' {: l+ M6 g- R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - Y* L3 z' D: }; S. M; P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% f: E* |2 V- `) h, zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # U' g# [$ u5 s3 _. u6 R
# q7 \- K- B3 D( a5 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 P; t! r! z. L# E* u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# n" [& c% S+ I3 W8 \5 _* }You took your life as lovers ofter do, " n" J! S& t. ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 i1 d% u* P7 w* y8 L, R5 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + l1 H0 @% b" e, b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & p& b* D: U, q0 ?& } y3 h, p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% Z2 h! N8 z4 b( ?& @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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S+ | Z" \$ T1 }) F3 h; QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, M4 y% H; Y6 K7 x# r3 Y+ W
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 s- K' T+ s* R# w$ R$ J+ GHow you tried to set them free, + ]! j* h% N* W4 j) E; d2 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! R# [) O' T# b2 r# V% w
Perhaps they never will. |
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