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5 J8 ~7 Z$ i2 b5 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; t% t6 \2 j1 \3 I" @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 z. y% s" v8 ]5 v* L7 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) M4 Z5 l5 \9 u4 D% w2 a) f" ]& ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, B1 t& ^1 ?( `; D8 U: V' rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 u" c8 k8 {1 z. u, F8 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
% \6 q6 }" v$ }7 b# CHow you tried to set them free, , b) L. l. p: }0 i7 L6 `2 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # N9 Y& `4 M7 M; E1 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) l9 @3 n* A4 D2 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ~- c9 _9 Z7 X* F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 [% N; ?. }0 }, _& s% G
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, 3 e+ _; p+ f# N% g7 v, y) @' E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' M( X/ Y0 w- ]! _/ E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- w. ^3 h4 W, C. X% g4 Q0 [- [! \1 d, bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ c! J) y) I+ Z% ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 D) X; t6 q* }0 V3 ~- o5 S& V
4 Z5 J; E7 ?1 W6 n iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 T8 {% ^, p0 o1 A; V: |0 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. n0 Y6 ^- l# I. n/ C) L# X0 \: a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( q3 r& ?' L! E% `) o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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q3 S# q8 a! m8 Y. o/ \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! |. D. z+ G! u0 M$ _5 kHow you suffered for you sanity,2 d8 {, U% r+ \+ C* N
How you tried to set them free, 8 J- e4 j# q5 r4 ?- c
They would not listen they're not listening still, + Z4 ?5 D) q: g- g8 t1 b+ N
Perhaps they never will. |
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