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$ O. M6 l9 {/ L, y$ \- Y! ]& ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % d: f& j2 f& B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: C- V2 {; T; H, W, [+ A) s$ R5 v rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 P/ \$ N7 L% r# d& s% nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + X: N) c: j9 ~7 L k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& @9 r: G! M7 ]' O- e! B
How you suffered for you sanity,
' H) u1 B1 P A8 dHow you tried to set them free,
: e! |5 v: j; fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / b" b" r' a1 [( l+ k7 M2 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 \2 M+ O0 d9 @' o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 [# C; y9 _' y. ?2 v- b* F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & ~8 `" N/ a% `, X! e
Weathered 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,
# ~2 K2 p5 {" n8 W9 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) V& G1 Q9 s! g, J2 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' N( b$ Y$ A. K+ [. E) c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ r! {# U2 w- v% M' g6 k( ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 E- n p4 V' H1 b4 J, JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 r' \4 k0 k, g6 V- {$ P) a. f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 e' d8 c; R7 {9 I: F/ i+ P$ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, n" S' F; ?* g- a$ c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 `: W: X# f1 p0 K* vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ W! E/ H# w4 O& L W5 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ ^: w0 X& K: J7 pHow you tried to set them free, : M: O& Q( I# ?7 _% H i3 B
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) J: N6 p I. s
Perhaps they never will. |
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