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$ M2 o( I n- a" Y* f4 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 Z' ?1 h; ^ j( s4 B* H1 B0 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + b$ ?1 ~% V5 i( G7 r4 R& C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" c7 M/ P( x: l' Z7 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; b; T* M0 O4 M( S. h- {1 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' k6 m6 W+ H5 F- hHow you suffered for you sanity,
# Y# `8 H# Q6 v& vHow you tried to set them free, ! b* [) U( f! v# a9 }, o! u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 z r' d P/ y" d. `6 V, @ A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - B0 D8 ~4 {8 m8 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. V9 I4 M% g6 O/ ] x0 z( Y& V9 j" tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - X2 U7 ]- _+ i% N, p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. p' v% P4 j0 D2 j% g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . w' o6 s- X2 J! s5 i" \8 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' z9 H* ^# F8 H c6 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 [) ], s1 W8 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 W' [4 A1 J( W2 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 }) k/ `0 l% M7 L$ p9 ]$ Y) j, EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ A) D1 O; t$ u0 l% f0 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! d5 e! V3 U# R" f; X5 [( {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% O' A3 W! i& a. v: SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 m& k( I7 Z2 _4 y) A Q( C h' tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ T% C' X0 T1 Z! a g' E6 V+ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
. J# l/ \$ v4 L" J" nHow you tried to set them free,
3 Q$ p! C0 g8 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' C) r" j" e2 o- O5 \Perhaps they never will. |
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