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, ?( W) ]$ k [; nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" o6 A2 ^# P# f( j6 J" [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ~2 F' K3 p' @8 A1 q) j* bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: l5 h$ j6 f# R6 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 S3 m& t0 {+ `3 W) {8 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) s$ q/ |5 L4 o6 B5 J3 i5 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
* R: t7 w% i; `' t1 S! [How you tried to set them free,
8 P9 p1 ?8 d' _/ O# S; s! xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 |% {/ L# T; a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" L( h: B, P$ T$ ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ Q" S0 q6 [* o" Q% N) PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . y( F5 a. d4 {3 ?/ | [ Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! g# |) G1 h' U! c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Y- Z! B- J) |/ }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : l q* Q, N) C1 J% S5 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* `; E: [0 d/ uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 H2 t8 U2 P9 w5 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; f$ Z. e7 h7 F7 d3 C3 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & N% ?+ {! M! ~" r: R% }3 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : U+ p) s3 }; k+ L0 V7 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 R% f2 I$ \! U+ }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 r. l) [# i. W' N7 b0 r0 |
6 }6 l3 ^1 f6 u# f3 d6 ~( nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, W% U& c& Y2 [0 s0 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
# M4 i3 I7 R$ ~How you tried to set them free,
6 Q! h0 y- O- |They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 D! g x2 \; G3 p3 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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