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3 D% |2 l5 @6 x% }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: u/ q- q1 Q3 _1 m) ^6 E2 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * S' }) Z" k5 V6 U! ` Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. C" N; c/ T- w/ e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ u u$ U+ Q, u& PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 g. u( ?; T; J4 h' m- s
How you suffered for you sanity,
' Y$ G7 m$ X3 B$ C5 G. NHow you tried to set them free,
( q! Z/ S7 x @2 T1 X9 b7 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 Y* a: d9 I, N* u' B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ~, Z4 y4 h3 I1 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 A" M: I( J c# H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 Q; Y" a0 w! r0 N7 iWeathered 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, ( h. c9 p% p6 L3 E2 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 g5 F5 B8 Q& z1 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# p+ ?" w0 Q$ U/ J k& f- D' iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, o' q Z% z& B# l: f. RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; `4 R4 \8 Y$ U1 o; [8 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 K$ u" H) g. _1 _ M: U8 M# x6 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; d% ?8 S2 B" l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 Y' b- _) C: n% t& Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ X; C X& V: w5 \% m: L/ E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Y- ^9 Q# `+ @# }# X- n4 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 b8 ~$ F' {1 _1 o% d9 N1 X$ ]How you tried to set them free, . T, Y: n/ c7 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 z) P# x: }; h+ e( r
Perhaps they never will. |
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