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* q) e! y+ k6 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 I) Q3 y( z0 p# ^0 z: y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 K& B5 r* ?. r$ W( eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ \: i! F8 b% o8 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 W4 k5 S- g$ l: n2 p$ Y$ y: f& L$ z6 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( [8 f! x( g3 c$ |+ B2 k
How you suffered for you sanity, ( g6 n9 U2 q: n. z* ~8 u5 B. A
How you tried to set them free, ' p# \( D: A! Z( w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: G& d3 D& {: cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 x7 X2 ~ a& G. F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + [* O6 c7 y' L3 X0 B' L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 }5 k' G/ X5 q) ^' j
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,
, G3 y1 M' J) O9 [) p8 i9 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' \" U+ m. w+ }7 K( m3 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- N; y0 S4 ~2 Y% y u! TBut I could have told you, Vincent, : x9 ~3 U; i+ ~. X% P+ d, Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 O& [) ^1 z) q4 ^9 Y: w' ?: K0 ~) OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % I$ B) I$ R8 [9 X e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) v- |9 Y& R& y8 t' p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : k% i. @+ C3 Z- V3 x) r& N4 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* i" l% w& F: e5 h9 b' H0 f5 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ _6 D9 Z; R' s C9 @How you suffered for you sanity,
- W% _2 G4 `+ X6 @7 m% MHow you tried to set them free, + E2 k. J5 g5 w5 S+ p; P1 t8 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 D `6 f- \1 F# ]# h5 b4 ~; n9 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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