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$ c/ D \$ _% x A) r: u5 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ n' {0 Z3 s9 C9 s! w( `) oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 {; R: c: i+ b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' U) M5 |8 o) r# w" k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' T( X( U2 N' M( \0 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ D) o2 {3 C) l7 [+ d% ?& |1 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 u* s( l: |+ `9 kHow you tried to set them free,
3 r) M3 v4 V8 E9 L8 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
U6 i+ U" B$ D5 U9 V% SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / a b" ^6 [+ M$ T* ? E' B/ B7 p8 J3 y* p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 X! L' L) q0 K* A P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* o/ o) y; _4 \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : ]. m$ n! b% e9 `# w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 ^* K, v6 T/ w( X" v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
L6 P$ q! j3 ~9 J. l, @You took your life as lovers ofter do, u: y; \) A6 G- E: ?4 \2 d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 G% z. I2 z" r& IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 r' K% V8 k" ?) k1 }# D( ?! A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : [8 j8 i3 B* H7 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; p# p/ y0 n0 a, _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 {9 m8 K1 a& c) y* i
The 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, , g9 r' p; W2 \5 h: _( U
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ }; Y1 I* l$ h7 y, K" t- zHow you tried to set them free, 7 E% O K/ V7 v$ Y6 w9 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; z# `1 S Z# K
Perhaps they never will. |
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