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* I& B, r) [5 g' L$ o& j% [+ kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 \( W! ]4 l6 @* P. PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 w) B) P% Z# f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ Q* `0 q) E; f. |0 r+ i- O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 z% x: B, C- a* |; S/ ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
^1 o, E. ]% t& iHow you suffered for you sanity,
' Y5 m1 b; e# z% K9 aHow you tried to set them free, - A0 Y( c& g. C0 \) h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # }! D: q( e/ k9 C- I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 U6 Z, `. b$ U. ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 `+ v0 Z' |9 z; n8 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 g8 _1 l* c) kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 t. d: T9 [! Z) x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ M8 g6 B( \" L. FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) R( @7 |9 [" b" l# f# GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " y8 L- O+ b$ E8 T' I* t
But I could have told you, Vincent, % ], u/ v8 Q7 z5 U+ k9 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 Z7 u$ e' M, |" u) v# C y3 I2 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 G: S; P7 a L( C3 E/ W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 C+ r9 e* D4 i! q; e, H0 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ O8 w' E# N0 K2 c G9 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 o$ G- d+ p- W t. N" ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 F9 i. y3 _- T/ v- u
How you suffered for you sanity," }$ @9 o2 L% j( l6 x
How you tried to set them free,
7 V# q5 R! U p* L0 x4 \+ iThey would not listen they're not listening still, % h* {# y$ h' {' n. H: H
Perhaps they never will. |
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