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8 q6 o6 _0 J, PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & s! ~; Q- R P+ c5 O' M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# ~' x0 e4 E2 h! W; OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# ^/ e3 b# [8 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 V; E5 A& @( B' D. P' kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 n, U: |" ]9 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 E8 G$ X8 O6 Z: m: y6 k0 yHow you tried to set them free, % z2 F* E3 g- u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 D! V' ?/ e* \/ \. q l# [& n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) w2 K. i) O3 S% b+ { w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 R5 ?8 x( |8 [. q+ \2 N7 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ Q3 W6 g* T8 n7 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 l* P' _8 X) M: {) K
) {/ O4 G: z5 b6 ^' L4 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 f6 q u2 d0 M% ^6 r8 z ]' H$ `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& `* R9 l0 x3 k5 A: AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! V ^/ Q) U0 L& A/ c7 p) ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, t* Y! @& f$ b* m! K. zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & v' z- _& {" r; P' L6 Q' I' Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 X D# Q5 p, I7 t# b/ [0 S( c# ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! f# i4 I3 _! {8 T! o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 @9 }5 q0 Z1 |0 ?0 H! c" SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ^7 R. `9 i& K, _. a+ v
How you suffered for you sanity,7 U _4 Y' @4 a# h+ u* w6 k1 ]& m
How you tried to set them free, 3 @3 i9 `8 K3 z. y" [1 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" a4 k( s6 k7 w; I' L8 @0 qPerhaps they never will. |
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