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' X2 `5 g) ^" n& m# v7 v6 A& nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 s8 |9 T: x" m- W& c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) z8 k' H; [1 M' l2 M" O p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: Z4 X9 B( B% U2 @; CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + U% U( O& N& Z5 G8 Y9 b" i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 c; b1 t% O2 u- VHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 |( T$ U+ n: l6 @0 {. ?How you tried to set them free,
/ y" b; b$ `9 `3 ]5 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% S3 S8 P; F: w$ t5 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * ]5 |& X, a" O T$ m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 B$ B& N/ ^0 G9 W k. o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 {7 q# A) p$ z M3 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ N* w0 s' j# |4 Z2 ]5 u* mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ~# g" f, |& b5 s2 R3 N& ]6 Q, |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " `$ h; @3 _7 @: X2 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 U0 A/ ^1 H0 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 J* u h x/ V9 K7 U4 @' d# mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. G0 ]) g/ B) r% sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) ?+ C. f( A: LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. L0 `! B) }4 d+ x; z" C0 R; kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 V- \$ h6 B) }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- q. O3 s3 C& s8 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
`& W7 l/ m4 n- h5 i; f: pHow you suffered for you sanity,& s' S+ l9 L4 K6 `
How you tried to set them free,
# P. U) X9 {; tThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ `8 \0 v+ U0 G- o" E8 f T: g& n
Perhaps they never will. |
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