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* u: p& V' H8 U( A* s. QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ E( ^4 B8 o& H2 X0 K6 y* m& }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# L5 X$ o0 ^3 j2 G* D" ?8 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# \7 C4 g) {) V0 p) RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 j, O- ~5 V0 j7 s6 P/ CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 r) l5 e0 I; ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
( J- |+ Z% ?3 X& K# t1 }6 mHow you tried to set them free, 8 _* Q: }* d( t; B8 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ K6 o+ l/ p& ^' Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ x9 Q7 r2 H5 ~; `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% P7 _, X: S( y" o& S$ SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 y3 g9 ]. V& k; f4 l# x6 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / @% A1 M6 z: P- q7 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * {; ?' @0 [; W% X; u* A# p$ G( U) }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 W6 }, \1 i. e1 n) n; {1 k' y. ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # g7 w. q8 j$ c: h. Z; q
But I could have told you, Vincent, M( l o" ?& x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 X" f3 l: c/ ^4 N# F. b5 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 {3 F# y7 \0 l: J) ~- ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( t: P$ k7 d3 G) \6 w4 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# b. P& f0 e ^0 @7 b# \" RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 F) H/ s/ H. P
How you suffered for you sanity,6 }) u, x. O* s' A; T( N* u
How you tried to set them free,
6 N) a4 X9 \# l9 B, L5 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! Q5 V0 G9 h$ Y% O+ _# a' V% sPerhaps they never will. |
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