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; v4 q/ a7 u0 Y+ O0 D% M$ r- UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 q/ z K, a! j0 R; a0 `1 ^$ ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , v8 V; t, r& b( h- [3 B2 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% s+ K$ }& O! Q, M# g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % A5 U6 z2 U; |6 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& s4 Y+ c" N" w! ~/ XHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ A1 M" x, o' ]How you tried to set them free, ) Z0 d+ ?7 a$ e0 e4 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 p" t. z9 R+ h. X8 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - ^0 R/ Z8 {; e1 m6 C- {4 d: A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: F {- h6 @& {7 s! K+ `6 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 n$ x# u+ U- ?: l8 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . d0 E# j' Z% \; ~4 p: u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 x+ d* i* ] _% C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # _' Y+ c: D" W) V( K( @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 [8 E3 z+ g6 q- S
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 m( ]! `# N: P9 d! j' ~! k0 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 r& h. X7 G3 i$ [! F4 f4 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ^4 _- g7 X/ ~9 O7 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 [4 X7 Y* g1 u& C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 t0 N* K, I# L A- [+ R% L. e K
( k' K' A/ N7 q7 a4 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 k& f. e5 M+ v
How you suffered for you sanity,* U& X' l: H3 y
How you tried to set them free,
6 ], J/ ~0 ]/ g% n2 F5 r6 J" B! @They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 k; Y5 l9 f4 C. M2 u- lPerhaps they never will. |
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