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, `9 n5 w% j/ o8 T4 Y; cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 B( K' r& v9 k, ]7 F( e! @( }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ^5 }& G g3 \4 E! T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 c* o# Z$ o# `9 w8 U* p4 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# U5 S8 z, q! ~* \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ }' H1 G3 W* A# _. i+ R$ e
How you suffered for you sanity, " f9 ?; ?) F* J) ^- F$ C& T
How you tried to set them free, 6 D1 k4 Q5 U& ]! l( v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 y6 J9 _5 l5 X4 N( c5 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 {* v0 _3 @' T% o% Q, i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 S, z7 |& a3 t; zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" v, F; A/ G. v1 E9 J3 m3 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ `( \! a) H7 r7 F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % F9 |5 V* A! t% `- ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " n% c7 I4 h) F& Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & k8 L0 s/ M7 I3 I- P4 N3 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, : x/ q5 w. g+ U+ ^! t' i8 H O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # ^3 {+ M4 n% k- O _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- Z" M4 z$ ?8 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 P5 X- y& X {4 q8 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ]" Z! m4 l0 z# L# k) {/ e# U, s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & { o* G3 U) |
How you suffered for you sanity," |) E) e& w2 v. i; ]- R
How you tried to set them free, & c$ Q1 z5 l4 @' |: C4 P V' z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 K. r/ \1 a8 J/ I. I' @) t
Perhaps they never will. |
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