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2 X* q+ J' \! i. p& @9 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) }4 M' O! O8 k2 }" k, T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# v& t. ]) v$ B3 z1 C nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* t% v6 |: B5 y d- h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & L) x3 G# L; N0 @/ G3 B; y3 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ r# o# z" L, b) }/ G( ]
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 n, T% ?. ~9 ?! f/ M s5 K. r
How you tried to set them free,
3 k4 r- a4 n. S( L/ [* p" m+ HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) w$ G8 ^ d' ?5 l4 z$ }! c9 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 m, s) e& I% Y8 v: KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 s4 c) E5 f6 B. L' N/ IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - _3 ^ P. \9 F0 n! o, P; m* q
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,
3 h" o' k% i4 z# L1 r6 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, K, e4 b: p; Q. ?/ ]% L3 S. }4 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 S9 r2 V- ^$ N; x4 T6 k* WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 M/ W+ D: r; _4 p5 N" [# V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ^2 @% L/ H6 A7 B3 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 x- R2 Y2 Q3 O: ? |4 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ]# f6 t) [& iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 F6 u& L& w+ S8 t8 b* n- f, qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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x. M! c! E6 `4 A) sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 t4 E9 z# m9 _% C, d' ^+ `2 B' gHow you suffered for you sanity,8 s! `8 u* Q" H% _; a% j+ M
How you tried to set them free,
8 \9 V$ r/ n" k4 O0 fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" n; l5 ]6 K5 ~: O0 e9 v9 }Perhaps they never will. |
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