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1 D8 H- s0 k+ }7 g; ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" }; L8 ~' @) i2 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ _" N% a) G. i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 C$ {- g" w' i$ t* y& fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. |& a+ S# O4 C7 w6 p. Y z4 B7 f9 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: |) f/ j' x0 h: ^2 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 w# o0 t; m: YHow you tried to set them free, 5 C' j. m+ Z2 I' r7 L1 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# u- E& C0 X. wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- C/ c. W8 a# W: K, oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# c+ y9 A! g1 K2 M& yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' M6 G4 o5 j0 ^' l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : l2 |1 d1 s+ X; E+ m9 J6 O, }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) d9 [7 L5 V; \3 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) ?/ ]' Z. O% S* RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ Y, w7 z+ Z& g. m5 C L- uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 U( i$ o3 u4 X; F6 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 K' n2 ]7 ~0 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - c- J% P( _ O2 F a0 _) q1 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! g1 a; B8 G, x( C6 l) ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( t+ ]: R* Z& R3 N( a( `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " n; y6 Z9 ?$ y
* g6 W4 k" f7 T+ ?$ C% H SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% i. T) _# \$ J. @) h0 w' @" B- g: tHow you suffered for you sanity,
* }, c3 L* s* vHow you tried to set them free, 0 o! F }( z) |0 w2 N3 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' n' b) i9 T( |7 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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