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0 T1 a3 c: L( q% wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 c( C" V& Y' a6 b- [, q0 [# I, VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & j+ Q- j4 t9 Y l% F0 m$ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& I6 d6 a0 e* qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 U" ^0 D% ?: w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( V8 R1 z& f& Q( F0 z' b" b0 }; `' oHow you suffered for you sanity,
: _9 C% ^9 C$ {& UHow you tried to set them free,
8 j5 }2 n7 F; a. r+ pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 y0 q1 y+ S3 ^! a: Q& a0 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ]2 h' ]* O. x" \6 z! c4 v5 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" S4 s$ l8 i+ {& a2 F6 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 s' S$ ~ ?/ L& C, d! U1 j3 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, z4 z# h0 f) g9 }1 }: LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 D4 O8 J/ }" a) N! f. v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 T. y, x' T. R z4 S, l+ m
But I could have told you, Vincent, + I# V/ v* Q; P/ {; y2 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * e- T5 J4 \0 Q# P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, y( G& e$ D: h9 V" F3 u# A* s% a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- g7 F0 E! _# ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # b. X6 b8 h& _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , t7 g+ \& W! y& M2 T) m
: k$ i; Q9 E! }, u) ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 G [) A4 m3 L% e0 `/ g
How you suffered for you sanity,7 k1 G6 [. ~9 R% b2 L+ @
How you tried to set them free,
! d3 q) `' E2 g$ O9 O$ wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" `; x8 c/ S7 e* U) jPerhaps they never will. |
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