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& M: b6 t( g7 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 V1 w* y4 i# i1 h0 u2 Y) P7 r. WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! u% f' ]) i2 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 s; J: a$ Z% P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 l+ h' y+ q+ w* a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 @" @: f8 n3 T4 r* X0 XHow you suffered for you sanity, - @" L2 j, u5 x% A9 e) c
How you tried to set them free, $ b' u' t6 S3 C3 a$ Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 d5 {, L2 N1 @4 {8 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - \2 q+ i6 [* @; R* @, V- b. W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - r; S' ~ X; y! p9 H+ F, g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ ]6 z6 W. X$ ^1 f! E. }& gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / k1 }, N% k$ g7 o( P
5 c) R, j& j- A* P4 U' QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" ^) u" z' X& m4 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 V( q" o% R& h/ }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- F* }* j+ v, {- C) }) U$ }But I could have told you, Vincent,
. I( |' |9 {( H. q' xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . D% _; G" w, {! \; ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" a3 n$ s1 K8 H2 P( e" n4 U. w7 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
g) b5 _1 d+ N4 S NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) t/ e) w- g5 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * }! g; Z3 R6 M% p/ k: ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 G/ k0 l) f4 W8 p+ {How you suffered for you sanity,* \4 S6 s: n* Q5 f
How you tried to set them free, $ b0 y5 X; X. \" Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 j3 `) o5 D& ]/ e3 ^0 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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