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$ k! d2 R5 j9 R: D6 @- _4 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % r& C: Z& p& a. @) P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 k6 l- n9 p6 H7 A4 b& n0 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, b3 i( U% l o( \, I% A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & h% j ~1 s4 L5 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! f) v8 \0 n5 G; f- ^; ~0 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
& P/ u7 ]+ \2 @( i/ n& wHow you tried to set them free,
6 o' B( w% z( e; t1 L; }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ^' u$ T4 a4 O% H `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, p4 X" A# r3 A" H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( u1 [- d2 P8 T+ h) ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; A& ^, p: ]# e, K9 Q% B( r- ]& Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * s, n$ u) F6 B8 f" Z- W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - K2 p; g+ m6 r& k/ z) ]) Y$ A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . v- p5 P% ]9 A4 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) F6 n: v( F4 A6 r! a. UBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ u, D4 N0 \( t( n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ~! Y2 J4 ]* S5 @6 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
w" }4 v; @5 P5 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # d# B: K' j7 K" q4 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ m, a! P. e- q. xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; w5 K! E3 s% X$ M9 }& q% _
How you suffered for you sanity,
( H2 G/ _$ B! J! m! dHow you tried to set them free, 8 s: G; g1 p# U% e0 Z0 n; d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. U, j; M# J8 T4 _2 DPerhaps they never will. |
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