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. n1 [* V4 W: }2 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
K" {% Y) g+ {# ]) a/ bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* d% j Z" c8 y+ `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 B3 w, \! P5 h8 L& w# g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 U- G* v6 E$ ?9 [3 {" [2 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. a- f$ Z% ?4 z# E4 @2 k1 p
How you suffered for you sanity, - D8 O5 b3 J) B2 f* b4 s0 W* k5 M
How you tried to set them free, , A/ k3 f) n; J- u; u3 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 N! z S4 h! `# f5 d3 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- T* K/ {# _ {: TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 S" M0 S- f4 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . t: H5 i! l# E0 J! n4 V
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,
1 _5 @% y- M7 Q1 s" x* OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 z% P( H1 D7 W0 T/ LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 X3 R" `2 T& l# \* b, m
But I could have told you, Vincent, , A3 _$ T6 J6 S) \. ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 q# [. A. k- _$ ]9 ]( ^' V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * B8 X/ x3 g0 V: p( K6 ]2 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & h' W& e2 a, s* I4 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, D4 L5 J! x) a- F4 t" {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( m, @0 L. c S* S) |- w5 J' [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + M2 t- H* y u; J4 B4 n" j
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ l# p+ u) Y. ^! l6 G$ WHow you tried to set them free,
- T# y" p8 Q0 v5 i" i; TThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 F) X5 [* I. q* R
Perhaps they never will. |
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