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( X8 N# x1 X" T8 y9 l$ Y* p+ b) iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! H0 R% s. o+ E' e2 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 {2 d. Z$ @- x5 C& F* u; x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 @. n# o" p" \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / I* \8 p" m4 _9 Z9 h; F% s$ {% \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ [9 @+ y& k! D8 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 l) ]; N* i/ [; m: wHow you tried to set them free,
' s5 }; Z* U7 u4 l# e; u8 l! _9 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 g) W1 k2 w7 E" r! j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 D0 [* r$ r' _7 e8 q: D9 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 v8 T- ~( y; o) V4 u \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + E% V3 G7 Z R* ?6 H
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,
, }% T% o# d9 D5 a& C" YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % p/ k1 C+ B0 w7 `* q9 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ I% G+ y! S. {! VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 w3 L1 x" R' z8 B/ { _3 ?6 E5 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 F) K% v3 t: ?6 p* |* C3 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & n \, Q' `- m0 N9 T/ \, J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ]" n# c( [. E. @2 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : n% l {0 x+ `( C! \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % Q7 |0 O9 B$ x3 M) U$ [ G
How you suffered for you sanity,# J; f: K/ U" ?3 f- E& A8 u
How you tried to set them free, 5 _; W8 K0 n3 c5 [- c+ Z H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 O8 h. ~- s, o# d) z9 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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