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, p. J7 M" g# [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - y" }3 n1 W; |5 Q0 w \- Q7 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% L, Z/ x* E# ^ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; p$ p& |5 Y# O+ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" y* [0 N6 Q+ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 H$ K2 X+ Y4 _) ?How you suffered for you sanity, Y% k; k" `& ]1 l3 E; A/ e
How you tried to set them free, ( S8 ?8 x5 ~& X. i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 V# y7 Y9 b: }" F7 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 v5 P, c2 R6 p" gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . a4 K% P& x1 x5 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# l. M9 ?' I8 y% _" S# @! G, ]2 ?$ uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! F" U8 m( l2 N- K( V! \. A9 ^( UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 H9 r* Z2 ?5 S- s, J" D6 h2 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ?' h: j9 l( {% G9 M- KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 I% p) ^) ?, G2 j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 q' h' e! A* v7 F$ D+ zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; _8 `8 @9 `$ `2 E5 K9 m, e, M( RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 {# }, f) ~% s# v7 g, j0 T: j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: U4 q/ Y: b2 B2 f0 l# DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; H5 h; G1 I- a0 E3 z& @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ L7 B9 C) x [2 N7 ]* A
How you suffered for you sanity,+ v8 p& o" o! ?+ D" t& L9 z* {
How you tried to set them free,
) ^( H3 B7 F1 [- }They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ S& }2 }7 L; DPerhaps they never will. |
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