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$ l3 n% w; x) h! j! @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. E) J! @- t1 S3 w: K [, j+ R' }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ^" ?6 n( z6 @% v4 l& }; tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# u* @$ k% B( u# w# w6 }3 i3 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ O& ?" q4 \& b! G2 v& qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( m1 K# S9 ^ v6 L$ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
x3 }. J+ o# |How you tried to set them free, " q3 K( D7 _" `* G" d# L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( [ F% |, I% V9 Z. D( {& K3 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 _! ^! {7 O& y4 d3 b, N9 q1 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : S0 F: C! W9 ?- j5 v, G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 a) M! W. b$ M( R( x( F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 z# l& o6 V) e; P$ h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % n4 a' I, N6 Y! Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ B% f& s' b0 Y, NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 ]/ e% i2 y' X. K K6 hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 v6 J4 V Z% s: t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 B% T- ?1 V! _8 q
4 ^1 W2 L5 }5 M0 h/ V& }5 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! d2 g* z, X8 m1 S: D6 U* z6 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % x! `, b! s$ C7 Z( ^# b7 Y/ s, F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ {: ?, Y5 o* ?( L t4 f+ Z7 |' W) [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 b& O4 B: h, g* u4 _# z+ m# R4 O
+ i' f- i" t3 ]* j3 @5 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : M: C6 R* c4 [# I# k% I
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Q+ c+ J* X* l" VHow you tried to set them free,
4 \- |1 f0 C$ ^6 l% r' s* v5 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 J* s1 q# ?+ `; r( R1 T$ }. Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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