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: {7 L$ z9 s' A" e5 [/ iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) G$ x0 W4 z; x4 R- tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , X7 e, q8 V( G. a9 c' ?( b. ~% b" t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 z1 d5 a8 ~/ p+ s% g/ BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 @" n: F% u8 B3 w% E! UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; f' ~" l# p# v" h, C. t
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 C2 Y) \0 j9 ]% _+ ^ u7 s; J+ U
How you tried to set them free, - w9 a0 h' X+ T# K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- `& H( X9 B/ y$ F* f, hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 B4 m. j+ i' Q. H0 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , b; m7 e7 s3 x$ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 r& u0 U: m: i' Q- w) A) b" X* `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * z8 c* Z. O6 G/ S! \% W9 x4 @. M$ F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ [$ r4 }1 s1 A* S$ z- [( Z$ g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . M' Y5 z: G! W$ d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ \$ y* O/ j' F# x1 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 a% ^2 W2 P* }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; A u5 X2 j! X4 K) M8 Q! Y5 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; Y, e# V9 t! R0 K. F8 i$ s: L1 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 U8 m( _! J+ e6 G( ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( c/ i4 C) k4 @ V/ m' C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # _1 @2 S5 ]+ ^0 x7 N7 t. I; t) [ C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 _, _$ E! K2 `
How you suffered for you sanity,$ a1 G X, z: z: ?( }
How you tried to set them free,
2 @' s- I4 k! w7 D" h# l) h: ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
% s. s- H5 D7 [! T* \( }Perhaps they never will. |
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