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* o& [% G0 q# W% CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 u0 n* J5 l" O- rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) G: u; [3 G$ g% Y2 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. M; X4 b2 N/ J0 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 O1 o+ ^5 y2 s4 Y# w4 [ z0 o$ ^8 N- C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% R" _5 O G1 o" f* {
How you suffered for you sanity,
, v& Q1 X0 w5 _8 y/ HHow you tried to set them free,
; R5 K. p0 r, d1 Z% y [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : U- b) t2 @7 h0 a8 S! s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' x1 _; j( D5 [ d' Z8 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , `1 H9 c5 N& e( z$ D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 D5 H2 o+ ^' n7 @, R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 b6 A* S( ]1 y lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 o( l4 X+ o; O) K! K6 P$ j: yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# {3 c8 a) e, O7 H6 G1 ~2 C& ~$ L5 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, S/ D3 e$ v. z3 ~9 ?* p# @7 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( Y; p3 ?4 w( q( [- m* b- F) g6 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# p( A2 q* t- o6 _# q' [/ FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ^) L* z& X4 x- }' jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 e3 Q6 b& @0 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 z* e3 S5 n3 v5 h: P5 h6 N' U6 w5 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, " o: V2 Z8 B$ b: k% z4 s' E0 W: |1 i3 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 E$ v- f ^& Z: H" BHow you tried to set them free, 1 L6 K" v2 v5 ~" l& T. q( Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, % M* ]/ [3 c2 X0 o; G
Perhaps they never will. |
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