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6 Q% u E6 M! Y/ {; MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- y) c+ W. ?! Y1 E( DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % Y+ r% Y' S3 j# c) m. ^$ o( r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," C# I( p8 G$ n! A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 D* O: A: R2 Z2 P- o0 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! V7 _$ S9 V- w1 p6 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
! A' Q8 `8 u" AHow you tried to set them free, $ M$ {: |! B7 R% ^7 @& V% P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# T8 ?1 E2 Z- D9 q7 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ x' W" G4 A8 C1 R# vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) q: [/ l; x: j5 ~* z2 c) `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 X# }* ?6 g+ _( I& b% ?' nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , y+ {; `* d7 R* d+ g7 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 L/ u% I( O H3 N8 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 S; ~" U2 \! B( @) u& l, }5 W" e7 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: G* n' ?$ z) ?) B3 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
( z7 x9 {, q: d6 x6 ~- QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- H, N4 _4 c, I7 c" _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: n" x2 t3 y0 {6 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 s3 g% G, z% h' `8 n. E p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - m/ t" u2 P$ o7 y4 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " z) v2 j7 p* x/ r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( W; h" z9 V* [* V# dHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ r/ `" `0 S6 f) ~9 eHow you tried to set them free, ( Z! P9 Y3 O+ O! }: B3 e/ D
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; ]" y3 g' Q' n; O$ [- m4 N, H
Perhaps they never will. |
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