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" E* v" J) E6 R; |+ [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# S' G# W1 ~ c" p. F9 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ n% J4 y# _; G5 q! O) AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 J: K' e% w1 o* tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 `& P: l/ Z9 n8 s% {) @+ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 F: s+ y4 Z4 K- h9 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ t- R# z" g. aHow you tried to set them free, 0 w9 ], f$ m0 F) p t, b, |# a+ j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; z6 c/ g% e5 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # D# a1 ~$ T& V( Y8 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
r% M+ {- G9 P0 ?5 t7 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & }: y0 b9 l$ b z4 V. [ ]# |5 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 H2 c. @! ]* M2 [5 f1 a- B$ B% pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 V Z! c/ g2 V8 D0 p# R1 }: b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, s% Q- Q o f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ a- `* P& ?5 X' j
But I could have told you, Vincent, & {3 B Q7 v9 k* w* R) V6 ~& H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 \6 B% g1 L( H" Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / B# ` ]' f# d( g+ a" l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . |" H3 a" Q, Y) H; ]+ t& L4 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 d$ X/ n& z% l0 [0 C3 {5 a
6 ^7 b1 j/ _( j+ J/ e: cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 N" e2 s" t0 s2 r2 P- m8 J
How you suffered for you sanity,8 ^9 i2 ?0 g; R( Q1 {7 ~+ g2 k
How you tried to set them free,
B9 M. C6 D0 K" R# p/ xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 I# ^$ m) W* m" J2 yPerhaps they never will. |
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