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; U! w# S. b8 c2 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, R5 }' e, K0 [+ i5 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 d! c- [6 ^) {' u, T6 m% u& X% NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' Y, _( g6 } q+ _' v& F3 t% I7 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& [, J) s. e! N1 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 F5 n9 S# f3 k; s4 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ~& n1 }" ^% x' g |How you tried to set them free, & B4 P4 F! Q2 |+ g2 n, s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ?- v- [) W: V- ^ d5 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ |) b3 }1 c6 {* P0 x" B9 j/ zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( v% G5 N+ l+ R. F% f2 }0 z8 s3 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 y: A1 o: o7 V$ v( wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 j" B* E, Y& `: S/ z# E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' n2 y, Z* f6 \& K' h7 q+ g8 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # \- h, y3 o& N; o+ c, [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - b! w: w* }/ }1 m7 a7 J0 G6 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, & [ ^$ l) o8 _! |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 a$ Q9 g/ a+ B4 k( Y- w: Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 V5 q# L3 e/ C/ L/ H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! E" A0 z0 l' j- p* c! _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 v3 N6 T- Y$ e$ B6 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 I7 x4 ~6 U' @8 ~0 F! A9 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 K3 O" H0 Z; m, u. Y& ~; YHow you suffered for you sanity,
& V6 Y6 @! Z) ]0 gHow you tried to set them free,
: H5 X Z5 C( V1 ?( |$ s2 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 T U* V; s/ j* c) ]6 c1 v ~: H
Perhaps they never will. |
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