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% b6 {" M6 X! g, D+ v4 f4 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% {3 ?. n+ @: t; ~6 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % P* a- O! L$ s K# P3 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 v; o. t1 j& m1 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 _& Z7 J3 x7 ~+ a- M* X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! M" O6 V& s" u. {' m5 v, m m$ E
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ ^) c2 G2 x4 KHow you tried to set them free,
- e( D: h8 Q' X* x, o8 g5 W9 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! v: I6 T$ f0 w8 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; D6 z" W L5 j1 m' p0 ^7 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 E" d3 K# R8 o6 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: H: T& A7 V, T' h' T& v2 O0 x9 XWeathered 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,
0 \7 Z5 J* v" L$ ~& C' DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) h% W t8 {# J0 g' nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - g9 w+ E1 I/ }3 t0 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( A; L4 j( G# J, F, X9 w- V9 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 n7 N% y! e/ F' p' h6 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ?/ }( e2 Z, W) x; b1 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ~' E4 {9 ~9 P, z# k0 s/ I3 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / M1 n. \: v, U. R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ b _5 j; M; o# R, b8 ]" {How you suffered for you sanity,
- |0 S7 D7 v. ~4 i- |* F( k/ v- R" UHow you tried to set them free,
) u4 I/ z' A+ l5 U& X4 S3 r. f3 E% rThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' b1 o1 X7 W+ P2 u. M
Perhaps they never will. |
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