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# y9 v$ z% B) |" E5 o7 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: `/ S: P( o+ `; C8 y% M1 e0 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 u1 Y2 l% O8 K# |) S: _. U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, V! X9 C8 C: W7 `- o& ]- C0 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- M7 q: h& h$ U: ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ R0 ]" T8 V/ N) t- N a
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 A5 y: F3 u9 B& d" e
How you tried to set them free, 4 f6 A2 h) d+ b* T; H+ b, b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : e5 f+ g5 n, j. r" ]9 q( @/ S% f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 L2 g8 z4 U) N; I$ e) f, Q. FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" c9 v g, U2 e) ^% d6 X0 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
_: }: d7 ?- k! A! w1 N' \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! {7 P6 [% }& i+ i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ E* s7 n8 q! @0 ^ d1 t0 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- s1 `- t. y. M/ s$ v3 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; E, c) n2 A0 G8 a, D- {$ ?! pBut I could have told you, Vincent, & G4 x) I2 r ]# V' c5 O* g4 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * E, K$ f+ e& N% H' E
! S9 H5 L- ~+ s1 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 H& B& e0 b7 _0 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: _) h6 L: ]$ j! k3 B5 V0 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ v* U7 c6 z) X& @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % d- h6 b5 {3 x* A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 S6 Y, R5 E: Y( ]How you suffered for you sanity,) k2 w. Q! W$ j/ r0 W: \0 K
How you tried to set them free,
" N% C) w7 k' Y: T# mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- K4 S8 J0 N, Y3 W5 S! EPerhaps they never will. |
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