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: X% Y. h0 @4 p# Q5 ^3 W5 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 K3 ~. J+ p- ~8 M6 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 i% y( D @; b% t( I; ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ G/ t- N& l% a. sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . N2 Q/ Z6 L) Z, U6 y, c/ ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 A$ d7 [! J/ W% D$ n* f" a- U- j
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 o k) V7 b6 v( ^How you tried to set them free, & h% n: o0 R5 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% |' S7 m6 {4 K! K: O% v" ^& ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 c0 K4 l8 X. ^+ l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 I7 K. r+ p( O& r/ c7 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 C/ j( R5 _3 v6 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " y' N& O7 E+ W, R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , v! D5 f4 ?; O4 E3 d5 d2 C) h' d. ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ M" j% T9 x5 y2 O: o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) U% s$ e' c* o) f, _* m( L) t5 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% D& d) A! o+ m2 m. Z" _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- X( Y' F0 f. cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 G G6 F6 `+ d1 x' o+ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . m! b, o& J( E# R! d7 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 [7 w4 I' F2 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) q8 J0 a6 a8 X- \* U* {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 I7 M8 E1 y- l' z% C! {0 C' xHow you suffered for you sanity,2 v. T9 L0 |( _5 C
How you tried to set them free, : P1 e/ q, S! ]8 e! @6 y* d
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! t2 T+ m3 |5 Y- l: n
Perhaps they never will. |
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