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: ?; L& m* j9 z$ KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; b& ^8 } H% m, q+ W& tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' h3 [" V% s' G8 [: YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 u7 j& p$ h G& t9 @5 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & x0 p/ g- y: T0 |& S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) q7 _* Q% }$ @( U; P
How you suffered for you sanity, % v- J. K( S( R
How you tried to set them free,
3 d) O( D7 y4 A; a0 z6 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 X- o& B& Y& s* x( {3 d8 n) Z4 M& CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - i1 J: f1 s' Y9 g9 S7 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 E$ S, w c1 Z0 Y s/ \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 v b7 ^3 ?0 k7 S7 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & t/ j4 r' z# ^" E) l2 f; h$ P% ^0 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - d6 M# c+ a# D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: Z6 y; j6 d$ n, WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( {" [. a7 C, \5 o% ^! n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 w% h5 e F8 j* E( kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! |& v, W: B" `9 w8 T( mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, u/ S. L- ?* P/ k0 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
S [0 \! q& g& n L: T2 [- ~' ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ?; N+ f) U7 m2 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( j2 L3 g+ `, r0 t5 k( c
1 M1 {- m3 G/ s9 L( MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( _( y" F, @+ s9 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ }$ F, a* d1 r$ y3 I% K4 SHow you tried to set them free, , N$ d y; U4 W4 D6 \' [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 Y+ h9 z- \4 QPerhaps they never will. |
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