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5 h2 [$ N6 X. d9 n8 Z. I% l& Y# }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 j( P$ i! {5 }. t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ }& V7 Y( M$ Q& [# c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& M9 O, m# c% \- }. j' ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ C5 C, q% ?$ |( qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 b6 z# ~. ?: {( `0 m/ [8 `, j/ W4 PHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 l2 j" i5 D% E/ a
How you tried to set them free,
8 R' G- u" C4 b$ B- y2 B7 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ a0 }3 n8 v, Z+ y9 h' L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 \8 ~. D# d3 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 f3 A5 l+ m& G% P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Y2 Z2 m- L* n3 ?4 _. x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 f. }3 [0 t( h
. t. h5 ]3 }) |4 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# b8 _+ T* r' ]6 P2 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , d/ D! c. i: { Z4 s, o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ~( n! i! T% {) n9 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ ^; ~) [3 v' p1 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; V) @. B& p( G: j( U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + C& @2 P9 X; H3 i2 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% @- ^) u/ J9 I& yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 e9 d; K2 y/ Q" }4 k; C1 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 Y! m2 R9 f- Y3 k: f5 T- r$ U# Y- [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 x5 D1 Q8 s* [; F: A7 X% H
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 [* `% T9 w% P, ~How you tried to set them free,
$ K/ p$ `9 V4 r/ h& f. xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
r$ p& o% G( K0 YPerhaps they never will. |
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