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0 u( I: V; A7 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 e2 y1 C; r0 }& I0 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- K# [) d3 V: W- q4 K3 J, JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 m5 p8 f& g/ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% V9 y( u% C" J0 U3 G8 ^/ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# ]+ S. Z/ d) A8 p: a# ?, p0 I5 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
: s: U+ }+ P, k: F$ Z6 Z- mHow you tried to set them free, 2 j- W& f3 f2 D* ~' G4 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , P: \7 U. L I7 V; \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & F: a; J7 h2 j$ r7 i, r( N9 V7 S8 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 |9 h8 ^7 ]5 S% H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : d0 c! w( L6 u9 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) V _0 w7 m+ x; i' w0 j( ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + }: y4 D* F. B$ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! b* p$ ^5 k" T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 K( @) D% i3 {' Y# T8 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' B+ B* s) P8 t4 r# y' V7 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; x' Z$ M. x. J9 z2 F Q+ _; dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 W, @7 T! ^( p- R0 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 D6 V* o7 F. T6 x6 i5 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' H8 Q6 q: H5 I% F# L V2 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ~, r C+ w- r, B* P$ v
" e6 N4 g8 Q& w$ F# O- \' eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , Q0 B; R+ E0 O2 R8 } F
How you suffered for you sanity,
. y" Q( h# g7 A, {. f% q" WHow you tried to set them free,
, m: M r. {- s& IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. t9 G* l+ M& X# t2 ?3 pPerhaps they never will. |
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