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( z& W: n7 h6 n2 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) { R7 J2 `4 z2 x8 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ u1 l5 c) w- @. vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) B8 k2 r. \1 t# n: R/ U* ^. s$ X5 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 C p9 Q+ w+ X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Z7 J% l: J, H% o1 j) ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
; m+ n' m l2 k$ @1 GHow you tried to set them free,
~+ i- W* g% gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: U& R* @! f2 F6 d" CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- g5 }' y9 ?( y7 p; T- _8 B( A& @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & S7 _: y; P; A$ D0 f! \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # |2 x; O0 X, ]8 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ f7 s `# n! V- l' D$ ]& P- BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: p2 [+ x' [1 O. s5 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) F; a# }* O, b. Y1 t& L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! f2 Z: K9 e+ k$ T% h" f9 r+ [But I could have told you, Vincent,
" h+ g3 g, V; L, s4 C4 J4 b \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' n1 e3 f8 ], E fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 o2 \# s* x; B3 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" `3 F! t" s) p$ E1 M: Q" ?: m" V( |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 S% r3 o/ f6 R) G& w
- x# N7 m5 j" sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% q E- [! d; Y* W0 c( m2 q/ XHow you suffered for you sanity,+ W: g5 i: ~( V! N" F
How you tried to set them free,
$ W5 ~! G" M2 }, m, _They would not listen they're not listening still, * x' R2 f' n# f% p1 S8 b: M6 I* D
Perhaps they never will. |
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