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3 F4 h# B: c. y0 P- w' Z# sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + p2 B/ T" }( S$ z; |- W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 ?7 v6 h0 U0 k0 w+ b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ s; ]1 _& ^! s7 M! P% ?7 E" FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + F+ K7 {6 |7 C, H0 `: d) k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' D& y( {$ v, `) ^/ N: ~How you suffered for you sanity, / w4 g% h5 a& R( B6 @- u
How you tried to set them free,
9 X+ k" Q4 e3 f$ o7 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ |$ _. g/ G6 I! g+ o# g, ?, OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" Y0 M5 h: H% Q) J2 ?; aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 c+ ~" b3 \, aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' K- T" x) @2 ~3 H7 l. v/ l! gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ u3 b7 x4 W: |3 m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ K. C G6 b0 M3 I6 H- n7 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : @. b! G5 l5 B# h' q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % i: E9 X7 _3 r5 l: C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 P5 @8 m- s, n# l& A( F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ p( ~2 J1 H. U7 I0 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, |3 r. d) o: A& K2 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ^, f5 o9 o+ }& L; `! uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 w1 V) \, b9 P( o' P% ^3 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + H0 w4 ^5 h R" p" f+ \& m
' Y: z. Z# f' e8 t8 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 x! r$ X7 a/ K& P' wHow you suffered for you sanity,& {* G* \2 N4 S- `) G
How you tried to set them free, ) A6 t0 g9 K' P9 V& V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 K" d: W4 _8 j/ fPerhaps they never will. |
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