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. S% G5 [1 C) ~- z# _1 K0 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 W+ Q6 }2 q, i2 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : O; N$ r, M# w* {3 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 y; }" _" J* e: I- D& t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % W% Y/ |' v, B3 t) a5 K' g8 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ^2 V1 j8 }. f
How you suffered for you sanity, ' I. C1 m' k7 O( m
How you tried to set them free,
* x3 W; e' _4 l s# X% V! BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - l; u; }3 j) {5 V. U( X1 k- \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " \% u9 Y& |. l0 E" _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( Q% D4 C/ i! l! @0 f' G W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ P& N0 Y( Z% {" O3 B
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, # q* r8 X% |1 N1 E. w3 H. C+ l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ P' [& M( X2 O- v/ t% yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) B/ h7 G7 D4 [- h# _3 ~+ xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: ^# F& n7 p% d" bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , r7 k. ?) u2 `3 ^* m
+ y+ v1 t( m* Q) E) {( P$ bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 I0 y% v0 h3 `8 t. T( b+ l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 X6 s2 M0 ` @' T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
B; u" ]$ W6 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . }' o2 a% o1 w# c: x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # @# J, E3 s) q) k( {6 \6 P9 k) I
How you suffered for you sanity,
: `8 `' v" ]8 j2 Z+ {8 ^8 MHow you tried to set them free,
$ Z+ w( A8 h5 H2 g4 }They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 w# n* v/ ^4 M$ t' ]7 v- T/ _Perhaps they never will. |
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