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( g+ P% N5 J+ c: |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, G8 ?- I) t' K' a8 i& f$ c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 }# A2 k0 z" U+ m5 T! P! X% LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% \0 n0 `% l. V) PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 k$ U# y. Q6 l: G/ p3 x, T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: d$ o8 S* A9 C+ `: B3 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
; S2 e! m1 _! r0 Z7 z' x; @8 eHow you tried to set them free,
& R1 k/ Z2 T; sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! v- l2 |& b; K2 m; K+ RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( P. L1 g. ]: k/ e- hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' w: H+ e3 n* \: s% ?: E* X! N8 d, c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; g& _/ l0 v# D2 Z: aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 K9 A+ E. o9 c f0 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # J" X4 b5 e7 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , l/ y7 n5 z7 `# c% Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% {# g. L2 O) e6 ^0 Y/ `* YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ R3 U2 }# N& m* d8 [1 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; o* N9 A( O! F6 ~) @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# L9 U; y& }& _" Y9 ]9 `, a: l: pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / h, f k' j( m* F* {8 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : O. m) m8 F& c4 e
& r9 z$ E" ?! O1 N; SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 }! l: D$ D, ?, k+ I7 h% l( CHow you suffered for you sanity,
! }; l6 n4 T7 V& n4 xHow you tried to set them free,
, I& M1 G/ _& N* l# P( aThey would not listen they're not listening still, # k/ Q) o# S. z; Q7 P$ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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