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+ M7 f, k D1 T5 n/ |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' j* B) B/ j2 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, S0 h' \* Q8 h# E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; k8 h |/ M9 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
]# f. m7 M) A% F+ T3 |" F! INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) R: o2 L, r( b3 J! n6 ^" ~7 tHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 w7 i) S4 z/ Y3 H# w
How you tried to set them free,
( |9 k2 z. c" G& Y q4 A; Y' Q7 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% q. e& I7 c2 d: vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! U; n+ r3 {; [% q y J9 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 |0 o, i$ U+ C! B$ q. XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / I6 U0 a, G+ m1 G2 j g! l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " b' R3 ^5 s- ^% q+ l7 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 F8 S. ?; i0 H. E' N+ f, y0 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " n7 [2 C$ e. N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 B0 N9 `0 r N% d5 y: C/ E
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( n d {/ ~% u# w! R9 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ P3 o: z4 d) PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ?. ~, O/ ~0 k% m, x$ h3 R* m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 ^0 ]! E9 _# C9 w2 W" t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; r6 c9 [" q. S4 g$ M O( {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : x& B% w+ @4 O1 H- `) L( B0 H
+ I0 S; ]' [* g5 R7 n1 E" _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ O( u8 F, Q* g3 `. J5 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
( R" R* t/ s" Y+ _( eHow you tried to set them free,
( J( _% G" i0 X0 N2 r) l/ r: VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ ~% z# u/ X1 J+ c2 B/ LPerhaps they never will. |
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