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% \9 X4 j3 P; q- F) Q4 `( n3 ~, PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 c' h, S0 |8 ]8 H# |9 ?* [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% q% V; q: F) z" ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ k; M* w, P; o2 x" N0 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 V! Z0 n% H4 N. o) fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: U5 I/ p, n% i" W0 ^- z8 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
, T! G. B. {7 m- PHow you tried to set them free, " B" a% W) ~) M6 J2 \4 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( K2 I4 F3 P3 Q o6 J5 A3 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 R; n3 [9 F4 U, f8 j- c( eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ]) ~ X% [1 D$ n& QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " L! {0 g5 K5 b) J- g) g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ x% X# v6 J9 @( B) ?. P$ _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & t! M# B9 T0 j; z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* F- H' I% `5 q( L7 y, [You took your life as lovers ofter do, : ?* \3 b& A0 k% E2 w
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 i9 u! d+ v/ i5 D F* Z' p+ M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 P4 w$ v4 [' V( lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 `/ s" m- B: }, w/ c) ]) zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % e* m2 d! f8 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# l9 |6 W& i, j- \2 L8 ~( 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 A4 w, o g" R {$ H7 f7 f, @1 K5 ]How you suffered for you sanity,8 a9 l0 p! c0 z
How you tried to set them free, ( u5 M% Q6 c" [$ {, m! \+ M! S
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! n1 {! R4 k$ w/ F: Y+ H3 s! D
Perhaps they never will. |
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