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' h7 q. @* [ F6 [1 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' J1 T' {* u" |( y* r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 Q# }; A( ^* G; V6 c ?% Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" c: v1 [ ^7 N. L. MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! m$ h& M- D! d+ m% [, [3 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& N; P2 i B; v; B z5 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 X# s _& s6 M- A- c2 V9 JHow you tried to set them free, 3 G& \, D/ a, J/ |( G* M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) }! C; s, N" I) z* S: O- JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 }8 }9 _( P' v) g; w. t5 Y; ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 n3 d6 S+ ?# c& q. cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 @9 j# q+ Z5 T* W1 d$ E6 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! j2 q. }, E! Q8 E. |6 h* E6 F4 C$ r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! A3 I& }2 ^6 ` _: n4 M* `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ s0 F( ]9 @) O8 R; y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 A2 K9 b4 z) ?: v& M9 j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, R; y# \; S" W; B. j( d, ~( }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; h# f8 y; C4 j# v/ F2 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' M G! A% F3 ?9 I$ l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. S/ p; c0 A8 a% qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 U- S7 O5 ^% S3 @/ D3 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & W5 z+ x! _! O
How you suffered for you sanity,7 H2 Q' F. o7 C0 P$ U
How you tried to set them free,
`0 m4 n3 M3 rThey would not listen they're not listening still, % E: w, W1 ~9 }4 l6 a1 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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