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9 `3 h; ]. z# `0 n% ]! cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 L9 |4 }/ K$ _1 U2 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; ^) `: w9 Z& q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ M+ M+ G. b$ C. _0 y0 n( nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! S: q% }/ }$ x+ c; N5 Z) W y$ P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 g2 [9 O) C% `5 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 w* p6 d- g( ^2 L) ?" gHow you tried to set them free,
8 D% M2 D& R$ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : a& E+ k2 l( M& E* Q) D0 F3 o# D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 ^" K$ ^3 a( T, s. ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 e' Y2 d8 K, {! z. E# B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ G) C# w- K& p% m, x6 r: \* C
Weathered 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,
7 N- G7 X- p7 r6 J. @$ LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 s9 w, U1 A& T2 i% j' o/ z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , C' w" ]: u. T& g. T7 @; n" Q) [
But I could have told you, Vincent, / E" e% M& A0 ~. a+ W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* j: y$ A2 D) W+ Y' x; R2 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 Z5 J% u8 u$ o9 Q2 J, G6 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( G% X7 j3 K3 J, [/ v+ k2 b& U' V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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}% E' c: F& S# ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * j M* h* I) t( j5 a, N! g+ m
How you suffered for you sanity,
( w" i; }+ k/ N: ^( o2 NHow you tried to set them free, $ t3 i% t; T' @0 q$ p% `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' E& D% q: q0 v3 UPerhaps they never will. |
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