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M, X* d8 e- rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( o- u. e4 L" ~7 J; A5 }' k) g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 v" A% |. ], w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 P- h6 k2 P. P/ c" R e9 v8 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 W4 \4 g9 [ V% R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 V9 Y3 y- R5 U3 }* H- @7 C! O
How you suffered for you sanity, / U6 F' k: j0 `2 P. ]
How you tried to set them free, # X( @" {6 i0 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) L2 C5 V' P6 @; X3 O! [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 S% H& r) v. ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 _/ G2 F" C4 Z J6 X( f4 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & j" e: H* V. X. s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . a! _% x+ F: E z/ E) t
1 [$ N/ K {' }$ d r; TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 O! ^8 o C- L$ x% S; aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ F& u6 }2 l" l' m: HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 I K- p% }# m0 }- v! E! k
But I could have told you, Vincent, . Z1 y( `9 j9 E/ R& q& U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ J) Q% H! V8 X& L- L! y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 y f0 q$ F, [1 ~0 Y0 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 q- m0 F0 M, a4 L/ M" O/ gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . _4 W" z$ b, ^. x+ w! \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 t* [$ m* X6 a- Q0 Y; t! xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 T% Y( l, n7 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 v+ B# V6 g- o5 v" v/ |' ~9 OHow you tried to set them free, " G# d, Y. k4 L2 Q% }" u# M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ |0 c. P9 ?) q0 p) [7 t( BPerhaps they never will. |
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