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$ d& {( \2 @. c5 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : a: J: `1 S' F4 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, T; O: M9 O; w8 v9 {7 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 E2 a. ]2 Y& o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , M) ^6 \1 K" l* P7 o! L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 o) c# S/ Y: O( }: ]7 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 Z, P! U2 Q: Q# q( f( F+ |$ j9 KHow you tried to set them free, % r# p U. @$ k' ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 ~' P1 g7 D1 m. L. @- ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! |2 o2 y+ t) X! d$ {' l/ m$ m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% N j, h1 t9 u2 W- M# a9 ]- {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; G0 {* F( Z0 V% mWeathered 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, 2 H1 \& ^$ t! r7 ]8 h3 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" \, r0 g% r0 A: {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" G6 Y" I. O; U. I* _But I could have told you, Vincent,
! @- Y3 I4 \1 c* l. @$ X/ C: [# @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' h) ?( N3 ^: v: _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 G8 w* L- L& x: B) B( @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ R3 O' N3 C: G ]( t5 T5 \; C1 G4 w( i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 J1 V0 a, I& R% ]
- g9 ]: P- A/ w! S! e9 S$ I3 O, ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 k( T0 c3 v1 C( D* y: eHow you suffered for you sanity,& _! f4 ~5 U i1 \; P/ Y
How you tried to set them free, 5 {9 b9 \* a e2 x0 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' c! M# l7 B1 K$ H L
Perhaps they never will. |
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