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( k2 T2 x, w! B# ~6 e' O+ q7 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, h0 s/ |$ [8 {) c8 l; T& X# GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 O0 G2 ^: n9 X1 u2 i+ e3 @3 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" r+ R: U. n+ g+ N7 L& S/ PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 {: R/ S) l D+ a1 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. e6 s8 ^1 B# H7 F% V( U6 uHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 o8 Z/ k5 z: @- }9 | Y* j; ?( [; T1 ~
How you tried to set them free,
0 V/ n6 D. l4 _/ QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; o# \; N' o N" p. o" v; fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ H' z7 c& K7 S: W6 Q8 u( F5 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% n. i, ^" S$ B* a9 i$ hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : A4 D( c( j/ i$ x# E
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, ' l! W! ?# t- H' B) N. C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : W5 \9 h: f" ^7 L1 h$ P1 l3 U- {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; g! A( K$ h4 ?% W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 A# |, {& c4 |% ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 s; e! P/ o7 Y0 l4 ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ^) U& I8 r/ L, e+ W6 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + H( Q3 n9 E* F- R, L4 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 x) P+ W& F/ B* q2 q* f; m3 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + H' h: n# A8 }- U4 v
3 W7 K/ S+ X, rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- U: m. [; B6 IHow you suffered for you sanity,$ `& m2 ]% Y4 F6 M* I
How you tried to set them free, - a" u7 J% l: }& {7 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, " f K5 M( ~6 y, l* H/ h# S9 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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