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! m' Z5 d0 T& ^" R' ^/ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' j: l3 K' Y$ E- F) RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 j, s; o6 N( X7 O8 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 {: a5 @7 @- H: I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / m* E# E; j8 c2 Z7 i# {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, B# e( j" s- f" E3 P4 SHow you suffered for you sanity, ! X! t7 m+ m n1 k' C1 S
How you tried to set them free,
/ X9 m6 ]5 I- R% i! EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ~, O- b1 N! `# ?7 b9 ~9 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 D; J5 i w; _9 T' OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' d$ h0 o, r& Q2 K W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* v+ ^7 u" g9 \; U* W# \# ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 Q# I$ ]; y X" g+ z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# d* d6 A' x+ tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 R. y& X2 d% K7 L1 L f8 _You took your life as lovers ofter do, / {1 K5 c- ~' d+ ?$ m% w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( S x% L9 J: `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 r$ e G2 S f0 P$ e$ }! mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' g$ g# a$ @$ _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! A) B3 w' \3 m+ D B* m( T* ]% @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: N6 p- |, a9 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ Y* R8 t% z* F* r3 V! cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # k; n( S1 {$ @% V- G' g X
How you suffered for you sanity,
; L& U, P/ V2 W+ p+ z# j8 _How you tried to set them free,
F5 K: u2 N$ ~% x' z# WThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) j0 D2 p1 {$ g: x( G
Perhaps they never will. |
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