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, j+ {: `7 {- vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * t# F4 K$ e G6 K4 v0 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& ]" u8 |3 u/ ^9 q+ A t9 s3 A0 v: rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ W; Q/ k1 {" S9 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 O$ ^9 W: @. T+ @7 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 q* o, }3 m; ]: CHow you suffered for you sanity,
# O0 W2 i) b$ ~How you tried to set them free,
& B2 p) F$ z9 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ h: s1 c# E0 u6 t% dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / j7 H+ t" ?6 t% U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 d" k0 K B7 [8 Z& J% hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& D* C8 G$ F) i- u; \* xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 x/ O! p1 L, ~7 r1 a
8 G! g3 D* J# q, hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
[, J' P5 I' d( _6 n8 C6 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. Q' W) A* ~2 H/ r. OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) o! m( \' U/ X) G. R7 y
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) V: J/ [0 {% @( A$ T1 k) H3 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 y8 A: E; e2 |& i' {# FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 k$ N+ T& J' h2 z/ x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * @/ v% H U5 a: N* O, O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, a, G9 u: S7 E, m6 \; B. HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ H- r) W8 ~: y: \/ iHow you suffered for you sanity,5 Y% ^5 |! P8 K, ` v( n0 ^
How you tried to set them free, " S4 q8 }9 h( O1 v4 N; [' U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 o8 {$ k i5 a4 w2 ^9 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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