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1 L1 f1 K: O6 a; K, gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 Y; r2 w$ Q: |' h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- B+ J# B' D$ g! J! k. M4 V; @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* E, W7 m' a, Q' p$ L GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 u- H# w4 m1 d" R7 I; n: J& c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* ?. N5 u7 }. a7 o6 E
How you suffered for you sanity, ) X+ p$ @) e) E, q" G' w! ?
How you tried to set them free,
$ k( J8 f* g' @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 I6 i! K0 N# ~9 o" _* a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 L* `! k6 Q1 P, g# H+ h6 q; MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 U/ `7 x/ d2 I' P; V: S1 ]( ^% X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 E+ S& h( f* o8 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 |! j6 Z4 ~% R6 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + Z) ~/ Q. v5 L3 A2 u2 T/ a2 d* B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + o7 f% u" {+ w/ x% B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, u1 _8 `* n4 h' \% E7 Y) {; YBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! b& h5 q3 X/ f7 O( p/ T# B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% k7 [ T( ]. y. p S) pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: b7 }; p" o( r8 _: l- AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% A" V) x O- h! b ?; qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! C/ a3 E* f; s& ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 M& ]: d, J( f$ d! p
7 z( }* S: w5 e l! c% g. [: G/ ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# h9 X* j! A9 y/ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
`# c0 H% D' A& d( V3 b6 bHow you tried to set them free, - L+ i f5 v( B( a1 I/ m% J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 E5 T+ K* c1 x& I: i0 VPerhaps they never will. |
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