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) Y, [# L$ C6 u" d# [9 O3 E; EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . t7 }7 L6 O7 s4 k7 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% o6 U [% _4 }& X6 G8 S/ h, ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 n- l. [5 X7 Y6 h# {. [( dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : R5 P/ i" [) w/ h1 x- W5 w1 i4 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ^9 n" D; o# G
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 h( u1 H& k! D3 [) AHow you tried to set them free,
4 e& N, t1 a' ~; V+ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) C/ v: Y+ L6 v/ H) L0 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 c1 P( i4 D/ u0 p3 i* M4 D9 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . y$ U3 q9 t2 C. D/ E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * ~* D1 Q2 |6 d- Q% ]- `$ L
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, + v8 }& I& T: p) C; W# c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 y% t* S$ Z! ]2 S g# q9 @3 \# |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 Z3 A' h4 i' g7 ?2 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, / e$ X/ R1 U$ y- O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 R k) e+ A- e5 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; a8 {& }9 b! Z: A; HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, u2 K$ r- b6 t6 t6 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 |6 o1 v; G, T" u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* P/ \) ` [- z6 E& |0 g# S( Z+ W6 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! P$ D; l1 I+ k/ p5 x% q" kHow you suffered for you sanity,
M7 y2 E. g. L5 s3 V1 \How you tried to set them free, 7 `& J. O( i# w X( C" e- Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; ~" H+ T$ x& [& m- Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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