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( C& f7 Y! w: P8 B( \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& e# \& y: e! T3 P3 P, OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 z/ j) H1 i$ z: ~- P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 I# }! z t6 U; `7 A4 x! n; @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 l+ p( L$ L2 _# C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, Z' s+ }7 q+ ?+ n+ q2 |4 l, t
How you suffered for you sanity, , C- R* y( A, h [0 I# h; V) G! ]
How you tried to set them free, # n ~) Y5 _" B8 z2 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, `# g; z% K1 T8 P! o4 Q9 ]7 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 w G. N% W( D/ |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 A/ O J& ?1 B( LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " a0 }( B# X0 U3 X: J4 ~9 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + z. {( z4 h" J6 U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, V U; K) T# P) L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 I4 y& p! D& C( y: x9 l% Z) J: [! @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' E% I7 B8 n/ s) P
But I could have told you, Vincent, / R6 B4 M, E3 q) \1 O$ X V: M/ Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 d& A1 u9 j4 z5 L c$ U( D
8 p5 z' B& w2 o, {" vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 C; G, M! ?8 s4 H, f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ O; H. b1 d7 G* U/ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 M6 \. Y: w6 y* g+ J+ y& y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( k6 z9 l& K2 V6 T- n/ CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( |. A1 j8 ~0 K* I# [
How you suffered for you sanity,: ^7 @6 v" T: U6 y! [1 A4 n* F$ S) E
How you tried to set them free, 2 T8 d. H0 d4 h* Z* o! s9 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
L5 D3 b* [6 b: i8 x0 ~, pPerhaps they never will. |
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