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# ?! L, y2 p$ ^9 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 m, s# M& c$ e8 b* ^- ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 d; e0 e# M, V& P% a! S5 J$ r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" x4 Z/ V$ h* i4 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' F5 d7 U4 V* N& ^# r7 _5 V6 u1 T. H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 v( Y6 }) X; d3 m( o. [2 E
How you suffered for you sanity, & ]0 D v2 `5 b; m
How you tried to set them free, & j) d) D# K% u. q! o) C ^ D: I; R2 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . n( g5 b5 T% m% }* h7 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 w1 M! I: |& \/ V9 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 E" C* f" Z4 o8 p4 r$ m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& U6 I" D- E) C$ H, K/ [' KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 d+ A! u; }9 F/ p! R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 r8 M) Q( `) |; U+ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! e0 B' L* r8 L, p1 q K7 X' aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 o2 G" o$ y- F' n
But I could have told you, Vincent, : {! q4 R$ K) M: B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( v( C2 j! |+ d b0 T, L* c! d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ k4 W" [7 F+ J7 n* j1 B0 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ X; i' B3 w; K6 ?* G+ aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 L2 P. V: L' j# b. ?; a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 h# m) `- L8 F7 I1 J
5 J# f! D: f$ M* v3 Z0 b* p# u0 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % [( \# e- }' r' o# O8 J
How you suffered for you sanity,( f# _2 r$ c4 G) \# O. b
How you tried to set them free,
/ @7 k2 x* [# N+ fThey would not listen they're not listening still, " R& X" c9 q4 H: i
Perhaps they never will. |
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