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. T2 a+ l m! gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 w! m' C8 e3 c- v! m8 Z6 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 r9 n% ]- a8 S* E) D9 n' HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' H, Q8 h5 J. fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : e5 Z) `/ ]" @5 v8 ]8 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' k4 Z5 X& ]$ a/ C/ e9 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 m4 l- ^9 e6 T5 m2 YHow you tried to set them free,
0 c$ Y8 C" C! |/ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& }( G. M# M/ f% HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, O; K" N8 n7 ]) l1 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 D2 L+ Y M. c0 P/ B! l6 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, p, z! o: C) X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: m" H; j# o. l2 S9 [8 P0 |. Q1 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, w0 j( @& ]7 U' O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ d8 s5 d# r- F1 Q+ G2 M B2 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( X# M f. X( v# ?8 i( q# B/ Q0 Z; UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 T) J6 f/ {4 E- p. NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 ?* [5 Q4 r$ f- w4 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; x3 A F' D% e4 J% T- V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " z8 s2 `5 B+ { j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + w2 s. m- W% E0 `8 f) |$ o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 `: v4 A8 q" ?4 a$ p9 [9 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 m% J0 ]$ G. O
How you suffered for you sanity,3 T4 u, U. s0 c9 @
How you tried to set them free, ; I4 _" _5 n. H/ X4 W2 c7 }% h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 Q& {7 g8 @# b: \# l3 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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