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# D6 R$ F$ |2 O. ]8 Z# N7 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: W" W' {# j2 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 n" G! X- F4 H3 B9 R8 C' A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 f! o; i" X+ O1 j8 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 E6 _4 {' z8 I7 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 U4 u& K* B+ }8 N6 C Q0 T4 i3 Q( h
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 m9 x# {, K- H6 @, l J" }8 F
How you tried to set them free, `& W( E# c1 I. v/ L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) I/ c0 r8 O- I. t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 t& G1 s+ G* W- kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ J- n9 m* Q2 G# Q% uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( p* d: x: J- P" Z0 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! {4 \" O) C4 G2 Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - A- Q% q6 u- `9 Z' }! q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# A! f! i1 ]+ @+ f9 k5 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 w4 M; F, I9 x' jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 b) s8 T$ S8 @) M/ q+ _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : o4 Y; q3 i$ q7 o, X
: C0 S0 X* ~/ TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( Y4 M+ ?% N+ Z w) ]% x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! `0 [: P7 ]# ?+ RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, q3 O% I% R7 R0 ^ F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 K8 x9 e% [; Q2 y6 z: \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ n& t% Y$ O( c: h# KHow you suffered for you sanity,, s. Y$ ?+ }9 ^+ u: R$ B! n3 C% _
How you tried to set them free,
5 x7 u1 J) X: ~7 r5 K/ m1 `They would not listen they're not listening still, ! \- a5 a( \0 ?; H( @
Perhaps they never will. |
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