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* J n; ~& q& m! {9 t) Z) ?9 |& DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 S! y' y' @' |6 _# |( C2 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 F+ l0 j, K. ]0 E v1 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 p; V+ `: ]& a" Y6 A( |: U! G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & K& j( |4 m. R& z7 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
`* a5 V% P9 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
i- ~, y- Q# X \" dHow you tried to set them free,
. B: s) R: b6 p+ @4 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 {. ~1 d" P3 ~( N/ f3 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % ^" v0 {9 T! d+ i3 ?9 f: Q4 r/ Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . `8 q) o6 a0 d% V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 l) n3 I# C F6 I* F9 l2 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. m6 u, T. N DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + G# C. c+ p. Z8 M: ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! R. x/ {: f. h8 u' p5 d1 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) a& ?* [1 E' K" q- RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- q2 B% J2 E( G/ @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 e3 c4 w" w0 i- o1 K* k6 Z8 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* A# L2 ^& w8 T$ m4 A7 N5 L/ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 J! c- R6 X* N& E. A. v3 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / Y: m' E$ Q n; d9 Q; ~ V x
% l4 J- q$ \3 I' j" Q8 y/ K: GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 A: l' M4 m1 \ a! F, z. uHow you suffered for you sanity,4 f, i0 J+ l% w4 C
How you tried to set them free, 5 y* g+ w5 n1 r. O4 T
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 ~ X! l$ A; J5 D: m& m
Perhaps they never will. |
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