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$ |# z( b: o2 G. k5 T7 o: MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: T/ [0 E/ Y0 n, ]( q. ~: jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! t e( {2 f! ~' `( _+ cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) ~ M1 V8 D6 U. l6 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! M2 G1 b( i& x* ~; x$ d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! _$ D2 g! P) \* @
How you suffered for you sanity,
) w l& t8 O. [$ }6 n1 ]; PHow you tried to set them free, . V. U2 c( d- n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & O( {) [0 H' f; @& N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : d; V! }3 S9 R! Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' s5 x& X5 u5 U; p$ f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- Z8 E- W- [+ L; {9 \4 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- }6 L' i( T7 Z4 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 }" V& ]3 K' g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ]% I9 I* f. `( f5 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( @2 ?6 m2 H) g1 f" X PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 R0 F/ G$ U" ?* w1 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ u5 {# @( g r2 p" Y: g. h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ j# Z+ ^- d1 i1 o8 Y/ B& M4 c, WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! C! h" C& a+ `, D+ p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 b1 E; B% Z* X' i) ^$ ^; V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" `, }) A' H' A" hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( B0 @4 s& a6 X5 O- C* J' G
How you suffered for you sanity,
) u) \1 L$ l XHow you tried to set them free, 4 S: B a1 d& N+ X
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 [2 r" D. x9 z( @
Perhaps they never will. |
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