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4 _3 C% x1 r. x8 z4 ]0 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 ?6 a+ R2 l5 y0 {0 D+ s r0 u8 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) b6 J5 N0 P8 U8 q" l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ C' y( f4 j$ l) `% v! C$ V% sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 V0 e$ l6 u ]) I5 Q: j' U) `5 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# F/ M$ d. Q! J" u" r& h2 f# v
How you suffered for you sanity,
, x( a8 C6 _ RHow you tried to set them free, ; v; L- S& e, R- {* X7 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! }/ s; A7 g# W7 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 N9 K4 I$ w* V; `. O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% }& u, G8 t8 s8 t& eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / q4 O3 h+ Z7 Y, _# Y. a- {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 d2 a3 B" x. _( e3 R) \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' x/ O* W- N9 x7 p$ x+ \$ ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. L6 M6 v. e+ D0 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 [5 I N% \* ? z! F2 d' Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; Y$ E1 M! X% ^& b# ?/ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% l) l8 }0 R5 k& z% Z0 m+ zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. m- X" `2 g3 V6 X3 \6 ~1 [ ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( o( g9 u! [! _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,
9 y9 k/ d% `* n0 O0 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
- K: Y5 t% ?7 FHow you tried to set them free, + w3 i' w# t) b; i9 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& Q& z9 m3 ]2 M; ]! ePerhaps they never will. |
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