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J; s4 {% Y" m- v2 Q5 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 E3 c! T6 ~" `, O, g( x# d0 G* @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : p7 i+ R9 l# k* W# \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 b% X, q8 @% P, w- E2 T; U2 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 s" i0 X3 M) Z Y/ B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ g" j8 v9 I8 G1 M. ?- J
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ~4 A8 ]$ P1 r
How you tried to set them free,
7 W1 c: z. n# k2 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 j7 X' ~+ s+ ]$ |: u5 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . W+ x, z& A- }1 t* m: `& Y' b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 q& B/ P8 \) E$ q" G6 I+ j. B7 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& l/ B3 x& f' t+ N& x5 g9 ^6 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 A6 V8 K' T9 n' R
3 B7 F z: N0 R& DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & X1 ~1 w" a: z! c/ }- C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! ~1 r) Y' ^! B2 t9 o) p8 c8 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " E- I% M# [: ^/ P& S5 H5 i7 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: p/ o7 q5 T& lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# P8 C7 H9 M4 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @# H& a) Z. k" E& l# ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! K, W. |" I) a9 [7 b* xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + @3 Y- u+ y7 A6 R) g
The 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,
. z3 e9 |0 C! A, M' P: t2 t. J, yHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ q# N$ A+ C, P, ?8 bHow you tried to set them free,
0 H+ \: s5 `/ o: X# _# A% FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% b) X1 N+ {/ K4 E& n E% APerhaps they never will. |
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