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- S* w2 a' `% K$ W9 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' r9 I, n# E9 p' q* e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 {; X+ i- e6 Y- y* L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! X/ u v6 B! K5 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / D' R1 r- u" j% k! c: r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. o4 `0 o4 q4 p: U! jHow you suffered for you sanity, + f+ Q0 T: X% p1 f
How you tried to set them free,
7 h. _+ S" T% fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 A, R- c" k* D" tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & K5 Z8 V c1 j' N7 c0 [! O; q4 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 p1 ?1 q! c; F* l/ n2 F, i% e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ p, z, t! l, ^+ AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 a: C1 ?9 {/ l6 _1 O6 q6 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" L& B5 c( |4 u3 G0 `/ ], T1 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 k0 W' j% i) p5 Q% A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 E" t' \5 Z, A) I$ sBut I could have told you, Vincent, % ]) R" W/ K& ` f+ p% ^( B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 r& m3 p# }- T) F9 o, ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- m" v* R) E! ]8 g ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 K2 o, y. d; `, W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( I+ N9 f5 y, q) [6 c3 m$ n/ p0 r
5 u& c/ q9 q0 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' d! r2 q7 K0 `8 r/ M9 a7 a/ nHow you suffered for you sanity,, K! q, q! o# s" z, T- k. g' z2 i# _
How you tried to set them free, - U& N. Q8 [& f& o) {* ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 f5 T" A' a9 B+ f- P" IPerhaps they never will. |
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