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8 d q- M! u0 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! Z: D, E* _/ n9 E! f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + P% F0 G8 O3 W: S) ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: z5 p; F; v8 [, j2 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' y% J# o5 Y% ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. l6 Z# F9 f% I4 k- A
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 c: f A2 ~, A; N
How you tried to set them free,
6 d: G$ c8 ^8 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . w) {* h# @1 `: t5 p1 H& E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" F2 Z6 \% {: u& X9 g/ ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " W2 ~1 c1 N5 i$ L& s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 ?" W: N1 J5 B S# k9 b! G9 J* \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' e& v. @2 u/ e0 y& e) A9 d* j, v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 j. o7 U, Q/ e) }% C) k8 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 i$ S# e) V) b" @7 ^) A) }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( c1 d! T# |9 t% K q! |; l6 R. J$ JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: h) m, }7 _" pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; B& ]" {6 t* m3 ]$ ^( e( w
t1 ?( }) m, I" I4 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: W% N& ^9 C6 w, TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , G6 d% T9 |' d( Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) M) N' R' p0 z& s4 l& P9 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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N* q" ~. I T/ P9 z O( b2 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 a- e/ H' c7 g4 PHow you suffered for you sanity,, L( |1 U( }; @- I
How you tried to set them free,
/ n q+ U$ H5 C+ D6 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) h+ H H: ?1 t' o) f0 T) rPerhaps they never will. |
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