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% A" I% ?7 b- [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - D7 j, f3 y& J% X( N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; _6 n' W+ p" O w" eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 t/ Z6 v6 u& Z% w0 G& v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' _! ~% }$ ^1 R# M2 ?; s( F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! B9 z( j6 g5 k% C5 v5 I( b- ZHow you suffered for you sanity, - ^ B# D/ w! S( H+ ?. Q- f' |
How you tried to set them free, 2 S: o2 l m* [, Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 P+ Q% e( |4 n9 K1 X, z, QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! g \: y$ x- c0 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 {4 Q/ P) o; x9 M8 |0 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Y8 ?, Y5 |% {) T+ B2 p$ ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' u) Q: p# W# i i ]* @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # j a; v+ t: B* Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' l3 V" W4 e8 z& D+ x. Y" [9 y7 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. \5 z" s2 A) U; iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 R" n: q! O P( ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " B7 f' R, ^' Q0 x4 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* v; Q& x1 R! o7 p, zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 P( \, n' ~* C; k, N) n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : w4 k3 m% F5 d; [# }; ~# Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 H. \: H- L5 l/ I9 W8 Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / |4 | ^+ c) m/ V3 ~; p
How you suffered for you sanity,1 A9 ?- `8 e9 [8 H! [3 d% a) `
How you tried to set them free, 6 W9 T8 t6 E1 S4 e4 g+ c3 ~, w
They would not listen they're not listening still, , _' Q, H* _/ o6 _2 _. k5 S, P
Perhaps they never will. |
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