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9 m, b- @2 O# s" P6 p- w/ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 K2 B( ~3 F# c, j+ p9 F- a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . w" T4 `) R- D, g7 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 g6 i5 z$ ~# V m6 p; b' @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 v _, R, i$ Q. f6 B5 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- i5 i) ^- u5 R" sHow you suffered for you sanity, : G* h3 U2 \7 L( d& W
How you tried to set them free,
( y, ]; x$ r+ ~- u( E1 N. TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 R) G8 b! n; o2 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, a3 P$ d- K" M/ B. qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. M4 ^3 |# e; E, r1 t5 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( H6 i* G- {2 ]8 i0 l' ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' |; L$ s! R. _8 [( {& ?2 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* |0 t, G) E& C* c; t5 b# _, Z0 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 Y9 ~* r5 [4 J: |3 h; A6 K
But I could have told you, Vincent, * m l1 I* a& i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 s! j0 m5 I0 @ g4 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 e2 o% {3 w" P7 f0 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 O/ ?( ^' p/ c B6 ?! k2 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ~1 ^' K/ K2 ^" \/ ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# e& G4 X# P! y5 M- W) {+ M9 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 \1 g/ }5 P* _7 r# y" \
How you suffered for you sanity,* D: H9 a3 f5 [* {% U" }
How you tried to set them free, 7 v. h& Q% I+ i2 o7 ^4 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, + I0 V( P& L" p7 j3 A2 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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