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3 W3 O5 V! M" k& ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ X/ }# ~+ X9 _3 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : |1 p: G9 ?% i6 q, V* Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ]/ C2 F, ^" ^2 J/ n/ u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! e: _ c+ R5 U1 r4 A& lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* f2 ?3 |- m2 f, Q8 A, D) HHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 L5 e( X, r/ ]How you tried to set them free, 2 ~/ J! D+ @+ a9 d' Y' L( K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 K3 E( D4 W5 a) tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) w8 y3 W5 q# F3 h" _$ m' K7 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ F8 a2 I$ \) G4 O6 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) @- I: b* y* H( Q' U: m3 o& J
Weathered 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, 8 N3 @- O; a3 t! }" I" o( J Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ z& f( q% g6 C1 e' J. ?( e$ f0 [! S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & S' s0 b% k: Y8 K
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ |! m, W6 M7 Y" ?8 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ^/ t1 i. I- g* v6 Q( WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( p( q" ^0 s# i6 y5 |5 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. M& Y7 k5 {$ H' e+ V. B' bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: a& U G8 L8 l. c. k4 f5 ?% nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " v( x. h% c2 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
# s6 T' x8 M, P: \$ E0 o ?1 a- A/ zHow you tried to set them free, 7 `. \6 `, j, D( ^: @* J3 ]8 w# z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; c9 d- v a; \( \* G; {# d) `
Perhaps they never will. |
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