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9 U; E. N2 ^8 K4 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, x# k* \6 {( ~8 e6 x SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 J9 m- K& e3 U' U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; r% m: ^1 S& ]* f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 j# H5 f" F, ?9 v$ \6 j3 H" M9 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 b. e* c+ d) Y. h l5 T9 t
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 x% i0 |, `4 \
How you tried to set them free,
]! e2 q7 z' c4 z7 Q- jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# U# F7 R$ m3 l0 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 R. n9 v$ b/ S: _* B5 @- e d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 @3 }, `' y1 q4 a$ y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " q! |2 i% G9 M M9 g% R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ q. n& ]* D" C7 M ?1 n5 V! W l3 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# ?; `, L6 S: M7 E6 ^( ^4 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 @1 d/ M. q/ ~6 i" ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - K& ^) m$ k, V2 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% J- {: t4 v; N0 e# Y% bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & h0 |; Q- B, q4 |$ w) w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 _2 v% R! ?% z; o0 r( K7 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* J; v- r" L9 k4 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 j5 G. {+ c8 b2 Z8 } p5 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, I0 i1 r, P8 U1 `$ [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" M2 r1 }+ [6 iHow you suffered for you sanity,2 s' J. N+ z- [5 @
How you tried to set them free, 6 Z/ F2 D3 v- B8 O: c
They would not listen they're not listening still, " q4 Q, D3 [. g3 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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