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' j+ y- U4 J4 x! rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 z3 A* S& Q/ W! p$ A* K1 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% W. I9 P* z5 S, a& b$ RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 I- e& n* o( Q; VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ g1 X0 E) |- F9 o4 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 o) ?3 ~% g. G
How you suffered for you sanity,
" b- f" a( o% S4 H. X2 A1 _How you tried to set them free, , h0 R# Q& u, |8 |7 c1 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ |- q& D8 ~# T' ^, E+ `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 ~! V" p* E( U7 l9 N2 e8 s' `2 g% a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 j p6 F3 C1 B/ h4 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# M5 s( d! {" C- p: t. C4 n/ m3 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 h. k/ K( |" s, ^7 M: y k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 d& Y# O% \( X. ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( {# D4 o* m0 X7 K( C7 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 e7 z2 q& Q. |; V* ~0 w& S! X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 ]) w2 i3 C) o" j/ B9 C9 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ e/ A2 C6 m+ F/ Z- MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : h6 O, j$ U5 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " C& d. I! Q$ q4 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
H) h2 K" G8 x5 q+ c7 |) pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 S; d, [6 i, y. t8 s, A& Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" S8 e! P3 t. ]% y) X& MHow you suffered for you sanity,/ `5 W5 q& s+ P( {# h. _( E: u
How you tried to set them free,
+ d- V/ M" w+ e3 }, S+ ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 U6 [/ ?/ A$ \Perhaps they never will. |
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