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1 H$ R# r# C) e* X. G$ v. HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 U+ K7 u6 i: Z7 e ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 P7 {0 b# E' a7 _" NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' |& B. i' k7 H; p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # Z3 A3 b% t* k$ |+ ~! F# \4 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 I0 A* e% \& \1 H6 H
How you suffered for you sanity, : x6 b* l& G8 p" G5 E3 v% X
How you tried to set them free, / L3 ^4 R/ \: q |% g# ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 H5 L9 @6 U4 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . a! F" Y: S' X+ f. N1 ], x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" g: c. P! R( o8 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ ^2 F0 l0 m3 I$ \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ^' a, u* ~- g4 g+ }; Y5 C# m9 y% j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 U/ E: v4 ~+ z6 }' m; d$ vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) v7 ]4 D) G. ~7 p; P" y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; f& C1 r6 D6 k8 R& h% \4 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" ?9 {2 {- e1 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# z. A( B# p$ W" I. {) [% o6 }! QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( u8 z8 x; S: \! U( iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # P2 K9 [" r7 w7 _" A0 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 X" l/ |% D5 e4 \. X$ d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) X4 F' Y. |0 g
7 `+ Y- J. R6 l- E! s; i+ ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 L3 ~8 M1 r3 d7 Z+ l3 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 |- E- i! U) R% a7 z" q0 WHow you tried to set them free, A6 Q4 X3 A# S% ~; A3 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, V; _: C5 F; D/ k: `) n+ i' WPerhaps they never will. |
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