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# W& c( k, P" l2 N% ?; ^0 \. RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! G" j$ s K$ t. Y0 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - d6 p- C* a& h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ h) M; t0 T7 j2 H8 W! P. M& H ?, }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & I$ T. C1 e' D1 N6 }+ ]; \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 Z0 f; H4 s$ J0 {5 a2 l. J' lHow you suffered for you sanity, . p7 ~ h# i2 {
How you tried to set them free, - `) g8 C9 L7 Y/ t( l9 Y- R5 ~' v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ r; J! }& B' j# iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , o' {7 d1 Y* i- `, @) f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 O$ |; F% N1 Q/ y, qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' f/ z; X6 ^7 R0 H$ q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" m& p" K8 @' I% z5 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + c+ v/ G. y; h7 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . V6 [* I- n3 I5 B8 V8 b) B6 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 |% G/ l# ^, h% g1 i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 |! p' G5 K% t& b- x; BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 |4 F# ^) s& s4 M! e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , F+ E% Z0 Z: v! Y1 F9 N$ Q/ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# s @1 J8 L# L1 d' L& TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- t' L: }# x+ q. FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 a; h/ s$ u& B0 Z! h% v/ a
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 r+ }9 r; T! Y. i5 K- xHow you tried to set them free,
, c( j8 E5 s( z1 \They would not listen they're not listening still, : u& M( m/ R( G$ M0 J9 ?* K
Perhaps they never will. |
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