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& H* _7 |( W: n. K2 E. n Z$ {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 @) y8 U- u9 l. a9 o; t tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 N& @$ z/ a" R( [! L( Z( J* I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, x j# d6 S" U4 A# g6 D5 f2 K4 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * q6 P" E& a! U. j8 i& h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," a3 I: K0 R$ v9 ~/ [# ?: E
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 W0 Y' q% p$ d# q3 I
How you tried to set them free, ' Q. a- x/ y$ j9 t6 L) l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 F) Z/ t& y2 L/ v7 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 r, P! W _7 U, \ Q* }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" ?0 r0 ? T7 E, p. V0 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ u, }( H8 m' Z0 P t
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,
" K, l# i0 u$ M7 A# H5 K+ {/ V* OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 V8 e. L8 d2 G2 c$ FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * L6 K; p2 P y+ H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 z- K$ \- A8 X3 O) X+ K; vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) C5 ?% l# ?# `, Y% M/ ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : [5 G) W" W5 |; x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 O' @9 N L3 i4 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 b" r' P! f2 O0 Q) I2 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 \; q: C) c8 k O- R- W
/ E7 x( F3 S7 _% a8 N% h: DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 \9 C% D# H: }8 M) Y5 @How you suffered for you sanity,7 T3 G7 y. o$ g" X6 ^# l; G' a
How you tried to set them free, % S* [4 m+ `" v/ R% [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& }6 T% j1 s- H1 N; q$ M( d9 IPerhaps they never will. |
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