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+ B7 M$ E. \) `# R/ wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 T) T5 V- G7 @: CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 Q. D0 F/ ^. a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 s( y$ x: T7 j7 ~$ u+ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 P9 A$ d" j: X0 S( L* c/ S9 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 |9 F+ x3 ^9 A. U) ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 ~. H K. U3 K2 T( |
How you tried to set them free,
! \3 `4 M. L# s: q6 ^4 Z3 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' E: n1 m9 b& S; Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * ~9 ?/ V1 g1 Q3 \- r6 f# D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : R1 m% K6 k% v+ D% K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 g- _+ v5 M$ q" a2 o+ {+ f$ iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" o# A' M1 p2 _5 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, E$ u3 b7 N1 W+ m( F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 X6 E( o5 K, o# `5 J0 s4 B( ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 |+ O% k/ G1 ~5 o( rBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 t3 C+ R; n i4 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 g) Y+ ?: J1 E1 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 K) w8 F7 c0 t, R- x1 `' mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% @0 t6 a. [6 a6 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 W6 x* c; e; b# _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- V& j4 Y4 \0 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 M7 h5 E* L0 t j% hHow you suffered for you sanity,/ C; l8 \# X; k5 N( ^: S
How you tried to set them free,
( m. B% {; W GThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 L; _! ]) }0 a0 x8 N& {
Perhaps they never will. |
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