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# m0 F2 E1 U0 c; X+ [7 Z/ ?. I; cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; V, @1 t! w; b% i6 N" j0 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : w+ I, A R* T7 J! Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' a: @6 |' |& f4 A! h+ u3 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % H" T$ k, l& P2 x8 f6 M* X9 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) _" H1 Q- e6 V1 V! T' jHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 A+ u: d2 [5 ]' R$ R6 jHow you tried to set them free, . K* y# }* X- \; a* P1 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; \2 s% _( [7 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 {% d7 }9 D1 W' XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # [% Z( r# w4 A# }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( S6 l" q- m# g/ u9 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 |1 P; C8 V4 N t1 P- t2 w
9 Z) Y8 w" G0 f, h9 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & C0 R/ R! W) B% q. a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 J! C5 e/ a' h1 C& p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 i4 g/ D: [) P# k$ Z) RBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ~, ?% e' g1 W2 n! e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( @9 t" _' |( u, d) _8 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, U0 D5 _7 A( n1 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; B) g- ?( P6 c4 \4 V; L/ p8 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * D1 X5 ]5 q1 |* \" o1 o I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) j+ D, H: C8 B0 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 w: l5 | M1 y- ^: X/ x; L% x
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 A, e$ @* K8 C6 r$ V0 SHow you tried to set them free,
& z$ {9 Z2 m# U4 k L5 K- x: h% Q' |They would not listen they're not listening still, ' m: z$ t( A8 l: @! C# n) C
Perhaps they never will. |
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