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& E( {, ]% z) I: FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; j1 ^1 Y* W( x' @9 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - z1 o; y% k; R/ h5 P& [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 J* Y e$ M% Y o+ I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 a+ d( E% B& a7 ~( Q8 J( E& LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 v5 s8 B( s) _+ x- Z" T* MHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ `4 W; a: ~" B4 ~0 p$ AHow you tried to set them free, ' i! R* x, r/ K. L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Q+ Y2 a B! Q0 ^" j% w9 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 d- G8 W1 j: W' {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& V, @4 k& h2 H3 w) TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
v( n$ r, \9 A! A- C" u7 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " S3 w4 D& l0 f, {. w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 N' x6 `- d6 P8 y% U) m; aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & A8 I' N5 ?+ P& v9 c) G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. e: b9 u/ s/ [% G' l! Z$ hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% Y) D" ]1 Y* ~/ fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 u. p' h( d0 a7 R
* m& ? B5 {9 k& [1 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * }/ V8 m( ?$ P8 Y& _( ^8 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( H* E8 ]9 m, A4 ^: I" u2 b4 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ Q9 _1 b7 s9 C: `8 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 Q- K, ?9 f: p; z# y) V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
Z2 M. k* M: {1 S# K7 @How you suffered for you sanity,2 l( A8 s7 V# Y- R
How you tried to set them free,
$ ~3 ^' {/ T1 t {% y; B1 E1 oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ J& S3 t' ^$ pPerhaps they never will. |
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