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/ N2 A# q4 Z7 T5 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , e n1 R6 d4 n3 r/ l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 u# t9 A! k! G1 _. NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* }$ R8 w& ~# mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / t; E; t/ Q1 C& G. S+ b! }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! b0 s0 q, d* s5 M* b. x2 y2 ~/ SHow you suffered for you sanity, ! f1 _: ], ?9 y, O- u. y r) {* W
How you tried to set them free,
: {: o; D( u# L- C3 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - e8 n8 x& s- w" a% z+ _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: G: |( m" y! i1 F: ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 @( M5 z9 m# ^. N5 V( I4 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. [3 i3 K) ~& n3 m; a+ R: c5 c! rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 Q' u O- {, m2 r4 Z9 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 Q) q! ]# K3 V9 i0 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / @( w$ z0 ~* ]* X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ]2 n8 r4 t2 E) Y/ S2 p# C& Z, |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 X& Q! U. \0 ^, K% T- G$ i4 q: h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; E9 ^2 m- S) i( b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " D0 v7 l. d% W" J! z$ q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # l9 z" M4 U U! B! K: x' F) A7 B+ r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , V' s, l5 U O% {: Z7 }3 N! l% N
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 h j( u' n3 a2 z2 D- z6 O8 q K" {How you tried to set them free,
2 D4 U) v2 e- b; Y6 q! R; HThey would not listen they're not listening still, # [, H2 N, i" `, V8 a. \0 F# t3 E5 h, w
Perhaps they never will. |
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