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) v0 o3 T* T5 h3 L% z' p& @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 a0 W: c8 f6 _$ n0 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ @' P4 @+ Z5 N- x* s/ l! c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 S3 l/ m6 D! [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* k* a- v3 b; G& _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 t9 N4 }& y' QHow you suffered for you sanity,
( R s8 W0 c1 h; hHow you tried to set them free, % t0 k$ a, d( S8 Y' p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! N$ F% T7 [! |2 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Z+ V1 h$ S7 X M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% C8 X0 |. n0 a; V+ r1 U0 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 T% q- ?, f( b- C1 R9 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) H2 z2 N$ ?+ I$ b' _, K& {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ y, n4 E4 S: r. mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, T$ E: ` J& ?: {* y SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; }( \ V+ H- E+ J# w
But I could have told you, Vincent, # I2 Z. L ]! D" Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: u& x) u9 t3 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 i& g; z: h4 r/ X o: rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 f# r7 }3 D0 s) s: |: ]1 P* y# y6 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, o% [/ k8 C7 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- S* M6 ?* @7 U2 @ |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : |$ S% Q7 Y- y O! W/ t
How you suffered for you sanity,, w8 W7 f. P) l. a( s8 O" `
How you tried to set them free, 4 i/ s9 S' Q& s* v8 A9 T) D& h. o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 E. l" D* A* kPerhaps they never will. |
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