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9 a: c4 X1 k. ^8 U# t Z/ NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 |6 |# E* m. Y' M" P5 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% |& _& b c5 I) v, {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# x4 F3 w) A9 Z; F! _/ l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 t: J9 H- X2 M5 K* \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 V4 x W9 t: @. yHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ C3 A6 `+ |0 aHow you tried to set them free, 1 `4 O g! g" U: F) f/ A) K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 X. K7 h0 {0 y8 \' |5 O9 T0 p' E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * H- X( o; Y2 E! p: y+ B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; i" Q# k1 Z4 C) k, FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / n' Q. Z# ~$ F: V7 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 o( U0 [; M- Q5 v8 z( b5 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( I$ R( D4 V& V# ~. o3 T; sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; m3 v' I6 Z: g# }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% y* I" Q. B; ~' R; ^$ Q8 m, S' b7 d* FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; \/ v5 y* V1 ]% KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" a9 ?4 a. ~5 b/ }& J7 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( X" | f5 R& s" R, n1 h/ RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% l3 [0 y$ o' RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% ]( A6 I. T: C/ F, A: dHow you suffered for you sanity,; u, r% I$ c; Y1 @& W: T
How you tried to set them free, . p- ^$ b( ]' T+ @ ?! I
They would not listen they're not listening still, - x6 t* ~$ J% x: u3 h9 D" P! ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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