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8 \: ]. \8 @# L* y, ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 e8 u2 c; { N1 c, { LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 o9 Y" n9 F2 z% g0 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! p' ] n( s4 x p( v/ I; k2 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 A6 R2 ? @: O# @0 F3 I/ M8 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ [: F2 _2 t x/ R4 ~# CHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 y. |! g p8 BHow you tried to set them free, " m, K- N5 T$ ?# d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" a/ }+ r9 s9 \6 V) ?* w8 S! a" VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; Q' J1 m5 R3 l; @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 \ P% u9 B$ z! e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " ^ \" n, V7 f! V' k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 ~& S- s2 V$ p) Z" eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 \6 v) w( O$ ^" L9 q7 ]# g B: N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - W" @0 n. ^4 H L+ j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; u' i. |5 e- O" s
But I could have told you, Vincent, : Q A0 d9 i" k& E6 N' y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 O% s# @$ v) \/ ~% Z- a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * s9 S% f+ S; P, S' N1 Z( l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 @* S0 P" A- l) Q0 @+ IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % u/ Y! {. ~( T4 r
. Q4 N7 H5 F0 e/ N F4 Z9 _5 B1 [' CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; i8 h( G7 Y' A3 c6 z1 Y2 fHow you suffered for you sanity,2 n0 U- W) p8 p9 @; Q
How you tried to set them free, 4 Q! G' c8 m) J' M" [1 k8 ?0 d% ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 L: Y5 W" k. \! JPerhaps they never will. |
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