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O5 j$ ~1 r8 ~ yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . t) M7 y" X; `3 D7 [. \, s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 ^7 L$ U) t% ~! A* D9 h* a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" _9 x* N. l3 \; i& _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# }! [8 ]" ^& ]' ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 l& o* v" A0 y& P' L* {
How you suffered for you sanity,
# j, C) D% ~1 b! w. hHow you tried to set them free, " c' |2 s2 m4 b8 T, l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 s- q9 e7 d4 Y) ?) [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" M. D$ e) b6 ~$ I, C6 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; `0 p" S9 |$ X( ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 D$ Z4 N8 o$ K2 b* N- A- \3 jWeathered 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,
: u, k: x4 O+ y) DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 O( ], [, Y* |; H" d' l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 A5 @8 X; K- T4 D& m/ }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 y9 C; J9 |0 W" u7 N2 L0 Q& Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 a% P# W: s& |- e) W# _& uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- W; C. _( I wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 z' M$ d. k" u) A( J2 x9 H; s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 y5 i9 B# n6 o5 H( l( n5 l1 x0 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( o& m9 q9 ^ B# o2 g0 e/ Y+ [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 @2 @+ f" O; E0 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
) `) R! E& S9 e& y. GHow you tried to set them free,
$ N" u ], z; H4 }They would not listen they're not listening still, - Y& `* r, N+ X" l9 h0 `& G
Perhaps they never will. |
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