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! O2 o0 |0 I8 _9 y1 h* sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * v Z8 w3 x7 S1 k# B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) S0 Y, \# u8 a1 e0 ?7 V2 ~0 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" r7 d( l' m" m V5 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ U' U7 A* u/ F( l) m6 |+ eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 x0 |& M+ T8 G5 ~. O# a0 U. m% EHow you suffered for you sanity,
; L, n, O# X6 t4 e" RHow you tried to set them free, * G+ `* s9 F+ m ?. G( J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 i# L0 y q, L9 ~, ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( B$ s( k N' ?/ z& ^* m: I& r. G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! l: ^( U J% f) UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ]6 a0 [: j' _/ y% p$ D" kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 |1 i2 p4 E* O- J& ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + T1 H' X" G! _: b* W {9 P0 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 x4 j* |0 R* b) bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. h# s D5 W' V' [( O! [5 ? ^) NBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ }; D$ [% B/ B9 {! X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 V, f Z+ r$ _5 C, [$ b7 t& Q' x" X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & P7 n" F6 ^$ I, \/ u( D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 h& F, @+ ^; z# T& A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: j5 f8 l: d6 m7 }% ]& \) YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 x- U) z& H+ m; O; B
. T q) [' M& j$ ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. {8 u+ I) H% ^( J% THow you suffered for you sanity,* Y. V; g. I( Q7 t# M4 \
How you tried to set them free, ) `8 n7 J( g3 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) H8 c/ ^. P0 r4 s" M ?Perhaps they never will. |
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