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( ^! O7 u4 u. y" f4 p/ ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 K4 E/ o% ^% n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 I) U3 L. g+ ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: m) ~+ |) N- M/ [ f5 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( `0 m1 u r& ^: W* l( J& JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ c5 ~; y8 m) r% H# p8 T1 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
- a- s, H- A1 E# o9 eHow you tried to set them free,
- ^- x, E0 V) }" aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 w. e! P9 }' i" F& j( j5 t% @# QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. K6 t5 @$ l a' i! u, ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' d( h, J' c5 Y, B2 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: ~ W9 V6 C1 Y; A" EWeathered 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,
6 d* M3 n& Z) I" A5 b1 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 h" F# ~4 b- v; G- c' n5 S% F4 \You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 O5 i( u; O, H G6 _, s u6 Y Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* L3 K8 E% ?! W7 _( i! `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 D$ T6 L+ a- l \. W2 u% H o2 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ X6 S+ H0 ?! S! G$ ^2 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 q |% P: S, ~" iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' J) @5 d- z) B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ U* y9 k Q5 g7 i0 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & r$ V: T, x/ [3 @) p# u1 s
How you suffered for you sanity,* K6 C5 f- g7 g( e
How you tried to set them free, ( k$ p6 D1 g% [. i* M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 R& x0 {- h( T9 GPerhaps they never will. |
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