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! d; q+ j* | L# m iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 l8 I& i1 C/ f0 J) I# lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' w* u+ w0 A; Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: B9 ~0 k0 ]4 ^! Z* J5 y: OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 J5 K+ v. c2 C$ J( {4 M4 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 `2 N( v3 h7 G+ a9 M7 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
( a7 c! X H! q! RHow you tried to set them free, 2 x6 F1 b# m0 |$ X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . F( ^0 A T, c$ f0 N$ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; ]1 s! ?, H/ @9 E2 ~ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 F" }* p) e" Q! G2 R8 X: p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 K" K: b6 {! F' z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' q0 K4 b* i% D$ N" xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # F# ?( [2 f( V5 k2 ^$ l" q2 `4 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& T2 i* Z) a% Y+ o/ @' ?" KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . P* R0 V4 x% E' j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 c' \; X" f: g% F1 t9 {+ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ]! P! ~$ F; M- F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 m; t% c! K- h* K: QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # E2 C* r; U$ d, i& d. G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: ]( R7 ]2 g3 Z+ EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; m6 b% ^4 I% ^$ g) f- \/ W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, D! @6 E5 E1 T* ]" e: ~/ l0 X) B9 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 M; d6 A) Z D ~0 F, ]How you tried to set them free, , o& I0 M. v9 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 V! \. v6 H( q; G
Perhaps they never will. |
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