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2 g5 I: q9 F0 Y% c8 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 [: u3 f$ t- |- j. C0 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ]1 b$ g c* G& b; y- g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 w' r! W/ I; p: B6 R% L$ m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) C2 o! A4 h+ h7 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" R$ s$ M5 M+ h9 `- V7 A* bHow you suffered for you sanity,
- @) `" Q( M% N- k0 ~" kHow you tried to set them free,
$ A0 z E$ Z( I. IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. S2 b9 o' L3 ?( m! l8 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) v$ D% d" t6 W# ]1 R# r- P! B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + w& U8 @9 m/ J: E# {% s6 \2 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 T* O5 A+ `+ [# X4 K3 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 [4 f0 j8 y6 A8 w. k! k% cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : _4 B$ M: W g* H7 O/ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. i* w$ n5 `5 `6 {9 z% ]" rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! k/ ^+ @" Z7 i7 y6 G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( H* _1 _) e! Q; RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! d7 K; v) I9 ?' [* `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' z" t) A) j. q! P: `1 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ V3 P2 w5 Q3 P: `9 W1 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 b2 r4 N% m0 \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, / C6 s: j! t( a
How you suffered for you sanity,9 g) I& n& U! K, {' s
How you tried to set them free,
$ Y2 V3 M2 s9 m7 m1 m/ r: n( IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. k% s- m1 [3 Q1 {Perhaps they never will. |
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