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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & E3 B' t+ Z8 `+ e5 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : m7 Q! t2 h5 E; V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 c1 [5 V1 s9 c. \. s3 U* TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . _9 X( C, ]6 [! e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( `4 l" C( }3 N- B* O& e
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 R+ N5 |$ c6 @ Y* e- L
How you tried to set them free, G3 u9 @6 U4 L+ r" y) p3 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 w E' s( {% G9 f/ K2 r9 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + D/ V: p5 E7 o3 E! A, _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! x5 n: ?4 g5 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 r# h% u- Z9 c2 [! c) i3 u
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, % k D9 y0 y1 x8 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 b, A2 Z: Z$ K3 [' C1 s$ X" KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & t, ]; ?4 _3 ? B/ P& H7 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( ?6 a$ P" A, M0 Q. I8 c5 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 r+ `- y4 ]- U; F6 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % b" D/ Y& C2 \; P3 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 A/ ?2 o) a9 j" N/ f( P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # I" H g) o# t1 `
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, $ G* `, e4 S5 Z8 G
How you suffered for you sanity,# ?8 A$ t# z0 B! q1 p6 z" b
How you tried to set them free, . m+ q0 x; e0 w3 z6 \1 C# C
They would not listen they're not listening still, " @9 Z5 ]7 m4 a: c
Perhaps they never will. |
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