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) w% k1 M) X; i+ N. GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , V: |1 K" j3 h% L4 F# u9 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! }! A/ |6 z. k: Q0 o" m7 y r) z) _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) A( t2 ?' X( c! Z+ D0 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ?/ k, ?7 { L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( q1 @( ?0 z9 N( r. U- iHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ A0 @: N; Z1 W! Y3 uHow you tried to set them free, 1 i8 i7 ~) t' T6 E! W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* M+ u- R$ [7 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 c. @) ?( f: u3 ^; Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- t! q% i) r7 A7 Y. D. RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # K' u& d u7 [8 n/ R% o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . X4 s/ x3 L/ h1 S9 c, S; G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ @" s: A. j: t: f4 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! A& N* u# ?; rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' I$ ?( e: C0 [7 `- ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ?8 _9 c3 P$ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - i4 \* n- T1 d! n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 }) V" Y: s, M% N5 F5 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ]! X. s" S3 [/ ?2 p" yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % s- p i3 M/ V7 N* s
How you suffered for you sanity,
" H' w- I: \- w, fHow you tried to set them free,
8 `/ E( C% ~6 J4 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, F1 W! E% s* M& v5 }Perhaps they never will. |
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