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9 K4 w. E* o- j7 u7 {) d8 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 [3 h/ a9 I9 F& SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! G# ]( E# |$ f2 {3 k( fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 L# z/ w& @: X5 s; y0 C/ v) a" {3 e" s& rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 w% A4 w* \8 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, ^9 l6 @/ n7 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
. I* X t5 X: zHow you tried to set them free,
" l2 `2 R( L4 S1 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 e0 n+ q9 [( l; DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 j9 w' H( R. { \9 ~. t, d$ D. r6 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# a" l; t4 R& rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% J' h. G9 }! p, j' \! t/ N GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ]$ J# w+ Y) O+ z6 P- }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % ~$ x% G# G- C9 Z8 ?: I, K) _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & l1 j) e" w0 e8 x# p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 I! P$ E# L4 f3 `5 H8 h: PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 R# }2 Q+ k" D6 Z: a' G7 I C+ gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: d- P& K4 ~, R; d- _2 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 K& I/ X5 y) B7 w; W3 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( k1 u; a1 H: e5 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : p) Y9 E& {3 N7 C S
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, + F' F8 w0 z4 S5 j% U' W5 f; `
How you suffered for you sanity,
' @0 b' C+ @$ @6 N/ y' M+ W. d( d/ v+ IHow you tried to set them free,
0 U) q; N- @. N2 A) a, Q) rThey would not listen they're not listening still, - e) [& k2 Y0 o% Q" a) \ |
Perhaps they never will. |
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