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- P- p& c+ J& B4 R Q. d* zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" S2 _9 f0 w" k& e a0 \& vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, x% q; r% W! N2 N- h) o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ S3 |9 T [" ^% D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 E/ W3 S/ O7 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 a! l4 I; o* y8 P% u: dHow you suffered for you sanity, # w. {" p1 {" |6 v3 t: D
How you tried to set them free,
0 c6 `% h( O O/ s$ `( pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 E- h! _6 i9 i5 R- X7 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 m( B6 \* Q9 B% p3 n" ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ x- ?8 W( C" @4 a( QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) Z4 e. `# d7 w8 @7 a3 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 Y4 I5 D' F; z; b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' x6 ]$ x( ], ~- k5 K1 B o( ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 b: m7 Q$ s$ q. @6 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 ~/ ?5 v6 n0 u3 A, O* o+ S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; D2 l# Z% s& i4 }) t4 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* H) q" C$ _8 Q* }# VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : x) @0 ]0 v# B( F: S$ s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. ^2 ~0 s. A- J6 H; `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 M, K9 {+ @9 N' D+ F; x( u# z, R8 MThe 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, $ ]; a9 f2 w" Y7 d4 I9 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
" H' H+ O. ~( h1 w% tHow you tried to set them free, : T, l0 y" ]! Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, " h+ ~. l. t# H/ D7 Y$ X1 A/ U6 v5 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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