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- F6 a/ [; B j; ~" S$ Y7 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' k" g* z* H$ v. @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 \! o, A- f1 e0 q1 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," U$ e" k, E( o7 @# ~* h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, {/ j; N, I; i" T! L, a" ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& {) Z8 h4 h- {% m' T' z9 I* A) sHow you suffered for you sanity, ) y/ y y2 D# m/ X8 ~; j6 [3 ^5 X
How you tried to set them free,
1 a6 T% Z1 m' o7 o) LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : b/ s6 b9 w# T8 s; U. h% Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 y5 p# H; R" q; I6 P D$ DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 c5 k3 C; W1 W! h# {9 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, j) a" M$ v j/ W
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, ; r2 p P. ], Z0 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ d' K8 K6 _, W+ H" h7 m* GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) B* v: S q" { c; i/ ABut I could have told you, Vincent, p1 \* D# N: ~0 ?6 \9 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% }& M8 A v1 X0 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , C" l! j7 Z' {# D3 q9 |: o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" x3 X+ u# n0 Q- _& O0 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 N' c3 w4 A z& `$ Y, N8 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ b+ i, A8 T, d; L& B, B7 a
$ l+ N! d4 D! _/ vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ O+ g6 I1 w% }5 o! ^9 s) PHow you suffered for you sanity,/ N/ R& N& {& g6 j
How you tried to set them free,
$ |3 @5 o8 G7 r2 G# P5 z9 `1 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! r: a4 ^" e! k. SPerhaps they never will. |
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