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2 E/ U8 {8 v1 } W& M2 b0 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 e. o, M# q+ z2 A+ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 v9 ]- t1 e/ k n+ DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- s# N, V+ N* l- F9 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # T2 p+ s4 o$ J1 \0 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 p7 R4 h' d& c- ~$ [, Z3 }) `
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 H- f0 {2 N# k3 N% CHow you tried to set them free,
/ l9 g, D# @1 i$ RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ^# R' ?( M' IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) I, n" p4 l5 |$ _# o! h" A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : N9 w0 }% M# f1 Y ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 d1 o& k, S( p) R1 g. uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 w8 Q. l: F& m3 A( M: |8 S
# s4 O: {6 {( t$ M+ P7 u! V4 I3 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 u/ L" R$ d- w/ u- }& |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ d+ T* {# D$ U G9 E$ {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 ~% i) U4 A# A6 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; ?7 F1 m6 I; hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' v! P3 R" E3 F; |/ N1 D2 V. AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ @, G K% A+ Y5 C0 W+ U3 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 u6 P- y( t7 W \" pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 \) j) G. p% D; Z5 c+ K5 h# E/ u0 s
! X3 [* O& T+ n; @4 c8 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 S" A: ^. a% {$ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ U0 T- Q5 G2 r4 V# g! W& o' _" ~How you tried to set them free,
8 R9 ]9 [6 m6 A7 o5 {! |They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 o6 m( [- ]) d& \5 T: m" ?9 I, Y* qPerhaps they never will. |
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