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1 Y8 R2 T! L$ z' j. xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " a* {) P' U* Z3 G2 U" g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & m) S% V0 b$ w. j4 G2 W( u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," ?% k0 `- i8 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / Y7 V5 Y, @" `' }! U) I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ G6 M8 E# Z6 y( AHow you suffered for you sanity, V: a, H5 q3 |4 M( L/ l( C7 Q" l
How you tried to set them free, 0 K! @& Q7 p, w% [$ y2 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 v8 x) b- x; n3 c0 W5 X% M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 j1 d$ x/ H0 _9 a _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 r1 u% r e6 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 g, U" h z, S" \% w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 d, [1 z7 k1 }- p. ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# ]5 v. h" x0 D) {' B1 ]! SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 D4 l9 L- R; ~2 {1 }4 `But I could have told you, Vincent, % F. o- M5 V- m" G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 R l9 n6 n. s" @* G5 X) ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 M4 |5 M3 K5 u, Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 \! s+ _# U+ J7 s9 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 A: x; s" P- s9 B. d, e' D4 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 Q# V8 K1 W5 g0 Y! N( P7 F( e
# S- W; P6 k, M2 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % T) Y7 t' |9 x$ B
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 O3 M) K3 f0 A: IHow you tried to set them free,
/ [) L/ `9 s- ^& o, fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" j8 A& V; C: T& }8 CPerhaps they never will. |
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