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& ^* C1 z# X1 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: c* c% Z. p; K# C* tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 v* j, p$ B3 F) }1 [. F. U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- I. X2 b( @+ I! J8 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 o8 `; t- n/ ]% ^/ t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( i$ W" X9 n# T+ e, j. X
How you suffered for you sanity,
" i8 x- q7 m8 K* N0 H7 R- HHow you tried to set them free,
8 y8 G8 M: q7 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: J" h p" k# o2 d. b6 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& m, m* t- ?9 _( N7 E2 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 _ n4 C1 @( @( A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ c! f% l( b* h# ~1 i1 g$ L2 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 e6 q! t7 L/ P. cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( m3 ~0 D: ?3 P/ Q& K- N' o7 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % ~. E5 Y+ K, a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 T$ V2 X0 ?, d( h5 H1 F; mBut I could have told you, Vincent, # t4 j- ]( u) q9 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* X5 T. ]% @4 U- _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( c) d. W. y. JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & M+ s% l* `4 [* s& d8 _# Z( t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, c2 f( z1 P' A& s& t- i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * B2 r' X: n* N, n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; Q- ]7 z- F6 p1 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ F4 E/ z6 q. ^1 u' j5 e, T$ qHow you tried to set them free, 7 y y o- v1 c6 m8 T5 c2 ^! y( x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ I8 [* p- r- w. z4 r& N6 nPerhaps they never will. |
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