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3 N% c+ ?# p. Z/ W+ lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 V. e0 y8 Q6 M5 x' Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , Q! e) @3 U5 K2 W6 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 H, y! Q) H- M$ X; S1 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 g+ d" N e( g0 F) Z. o% V9 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ J8 R f( e% `' b9 R: h- HHow you suffered for you sanity,
) D' _0 y; e) {) |0 O' x! QHow you tried to set them free,
) D% O6 O: p9 p9 C/ e& mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* |- {; d1 r' }1 f2 m+ J+ sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 H+ g. d. C ~5 A* Q1 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + t3 q3 }+ a6 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 m- |& T& ~9 C; x9 L/ ~ c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. }% o- P6 Z- ^# H8 [& E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ X9 [$ t; M( }8 t: r+ m' ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. A6 o6 B8 b3 k8 n% U# X8 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 d% j' l" C+ e
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! z7 H- _0 e2 Q2 \ M8 y! f/ W4 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 d& O( P! F& R% b! ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 }$ e' ], a7 u( Y) ]" R( C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' u: w' J6 |! Q+ p% PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 J3 g, }- r& k/ P; UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 @2 d% C- ~2 a7 }" x; @5 K f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" ^+ h: [$ z5 d4 ?' r9 ^) cHow you suffered for you sanity,6 l3 u8 C3 i/ q
How you tried to set them free,
- D3 s$ X3 [3 K% i. _( W5 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" M, H8 J- {8 l4 _+ f" x; K7 \) w+ dPerhaps they never will. |
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