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# b% V! M4 ?8 a0 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, h" r* a \4 b; o2 S# dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ^( t9 f: n- x2 I% B3 H* d9 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," O( R( X. x5 Z: E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 ?8 S1 I" j0 Z. E, ?# Q) k- {: C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 D- N3 }! s, H" F6 s
How you suffered for you sanity, % J) w; c5 z0 X
How you tried to set them free, : |; i/ l6 X& y' d. A$ B. o6 k, a/ F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ o' C" k* j; m/ Y8 X ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* O# ^) u+ ]- `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 e2 g& y r2 b3 X9 s7 y7 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; F& K) |4 L' G9 N% I2 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, G4 j! ]! m5 O/ P, G2 x NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - R7 H& ]/ e0 P. R' d s/ A8 R" C5 G o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / C) r9 `9 a! j2 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ H7 ~- B3 w' s$ XBut I could have told you, Vincent, / N& t8 q, ^$ [) u5 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 {. H5 W, ]9 O+ W5 I8 S/ ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! e6 Y$ A$ i! B8 h' \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , |; A1 H) M% n- l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 R$ D3 ~' q, s: M) O( r% eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) q! M" h; M* T' pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ v. k$ I& Z* FHow you suffered for you sanity,
' G3 _! }+ L* F+ \, a. pHow you tried to set them free, ) Q# G9 ?! t. ]" n; {: j# U% f/ y3 B
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ x0 r n) b- h$ b, b" H0 O- p
Perhaps they never will. |
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