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( r4 C' V l& X# J( H) Y6 V' ]& jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( c L9 a ? b( {3 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) f7 X! F( {# N" e: x) p5 ] f$ yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: K) B9 j# h! ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 [/ L$ Z9 p- \- i5 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* J6 j* G8 z7 ]5 r0 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ T! j( T1 \# x& LHow you tried to set them free, * L, F: u' q# Z' }! S2 R5 ?8 T$ v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 v j+ }# ^& T9 I. KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 ]4 c' a# P! c1 j8 x* ~: qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( Z" n8 S- `5 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* J) E3 N- z+ b' v8 D, `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ ~5 H+ a B$ y; L) }9 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + h+ A' u- {' {3 c* a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 n# p8 U0 ~" T# I2 ]+ @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- C/ W( j7 I1 `8 N9 \* ?6 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- z- \# }3 ~3 \9 C! O. {$ B! o DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 B; u' y' B2 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: O& B' h- o0 B7 f0 a# B% eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ l# A0 \6 o. l8 ]- n* W: L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + I9 L3 X1 M8 B3 l6 v$ x7 L- @. N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / y: k3 X* K: @* h1 r2 [: {
How you suffered for you sanity,
' r& `/ n9 c, o8 L8 W; aHow you tried to set them free, 9 m6 U( y5 S( \$ M, ~9 n2 N. q; V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ f; b+ g, F3 ^9 o4 J' G( m" ]. g$ ~4 kPerhaps they never will. |
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