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# @! b y H2 D8 e) `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 f2 ^0 Z9 F4 b$ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) T/ x4 w9 e7 p9 a9 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," p' y/ n. K1 ?4 @0 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 G* {4 f* W+ g3 j7 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. o# z- I7 t+ `7 F2 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
: @6 _* ~+ H% eHow you tried to set them free,
. k* ]9 P! d* z! _7 ^5 _3 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 z$ [4 o! w! |4 X$ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 y! W9 n, G4 ^' }: a, uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 E% I" m( o2 r/ ~: M5 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 J% s: H0 h7 d* B* FWeathered 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,
: g C- T F2 z/ g6 f# Y, pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ Q4 e2 M9 `0 j- R" }1 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 a' P' B6 v0 t7 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( t. @- o0 H( w- o4 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( L, ^7 ]6 U0 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ r. P+ _9 {5 k8 `2 ~# ]% xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 z" G6 T! u$ M* n; ?% |/ _" W$ o* CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 i, t' ?+ x' ^" |1 P: d/ ?$ P2 \How you suffered for you sanity,6 u% G3 E& m1 f# e; _4 w7 I8 {
How you tried to set them free, ' f' Z4 s; G( X$ z7 E2 R! j
They would not listen they're not listening still, " B8 e+ j" e3 h$ ^4 S$ A8 r8 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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