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+ H8 B3 P% e- T! m4 d: ?8 l( vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" Z, q6 _9 B: ]8 }5 C7 e# BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 g+ a) e! @ NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 H) ]& E( L ~; B* ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 K1 v$ F1 l. N+ b" |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 e9 X3 G9 A( S; W( \# H
How you suffered for you sanity, F: t6 q' E- g; i
How you tried to set them free,
; K; D# \. Q1 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, R( f- [/ d3 m4 I! a$ jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 N3 F8 Q6 O- i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . v2 x4 ^, W7 m. A( f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& \$ K9 Y% h$ j$ t- [& \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 ^0 u- y: I, _3 C6 \1 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 y9 a# _1 v. S7 }; I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ } ^, G) e$ i2 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 M1 [6 h7 R' S. |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* ^/ Z1 S4 Z$ c/ m3 H( B; w2 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , l6 m# C. z7 P4 ~# r
1 o$ t& R7 O* P) {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + W; O3 A h; P4 v9 V; @) {0 {! P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 h5 t/ O. H$ k' a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - _, P9 f* e, O* t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 g* A2 a- E" x( F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' \6 e3 `- ?6 L. P& }! LHow you suffered for you sanity," o& M6 }1 ^$ m) w8 ~
How you tried to set them free,
% H$ U) X$ ^; ~% k( @$ OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' k) U( Y& e$ w" KPerhaps they never will. |
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