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5 y% `1 z: y- s* b: cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / u- C+ r I) X3 H/ ?* b- d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' p1 v; u: K& V5 b2 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' R/ s6 O+ B/ [' P2 _8 J( D" m" o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* H+ V8 }( y4 n- ]+ z- _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( f" L/ A f. `: jHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 l" c' m P6 ~! A* X! U' G
How you tried to set them free, . v5 J: l5 {# b p; R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 ~2 q6 Q' A# I+ ?; V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 @' j6 M* U) V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' N( f, D* b/ G% T) S% lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 {7 I7 \% Z% y$ ]. tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 ]- `: a$ |$ T% }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* u. X) |3 T& p7 A9 x- EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 A4 X4 D$ S; b) c; _0 V" q5 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 H; Y: o& k& I/ W1 C+ U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 P7 _: j* _+ ]% B* J- z3 \/ aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 X/ G2 R- i# I) PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) P- {0 i8 K3 q6 s3 y& q5 U4 G' t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " G! l; D% D0 @. U& O" G7 f8 h
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, J/ N: _& o5 c& }8 Z3 q P3 X
How you suffered for you sanity,! ^& l* c; m8 Q7 B+ z" M; W
How you tried to set them free,
R+ A y4 n% TThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( F9 {- {, N, ~* y% U
Perhaps they never will. |
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