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: ?0 q3 m& j2 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & @9 N [( o6 o4 p( K5 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 b8 g- t( N; f8 C9 w1 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 Z5 R' l) G* l$ i3 b: J6 B M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! L" Q j: N9 x/ A( C* k, p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: y3 \5 }9 Y A; Q$ }0 R2 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
, _/ z6 i2 [8 F4 Q1 DHow you tried to set them free, / ]* f% o9 w u9 J: ?9 G& z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% _' u3 w9 S" `, y: S g4 p4 _; kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : ?4 q x# E# k& @: P% L. R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " T+ Y8 V) v0 C2 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- B! |( S/ O1 k4 P+ U: MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; {6 o6 r7 l" o
$ @8 ~0 s$ B# g0 Y G WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( U7 W# h- q" |3 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' b, A! `0 g& k5 R- y5 W! I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# @" J% z. v0 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ]3 S2 a* r4 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 j9 I6 z/ m) L& H; j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) A) B8 \# p- v, _. w; p1 V+ BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! Q- h" g6 @- y( ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ N! v1 t9 `& n0 J& \3 D7 a6 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 i9 h' i5 O6 F& q' GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% u- A$ p' T1 {4 J5 B9 x+ Q& J0 L- i; dHow you suffered for you sanity,0 D0 k! x! C0 m9 n- v+ i% {
How you tried to set them free, 3 [/ a& R2 f. M* D& s/ P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ b+ O8 x9 B' ~- A7 B7 m- GPerhaps they never will. |
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