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# t' l7 y2 a! R' \8 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 |: ^5 H& d. I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( D% g% \4 d0 W$ L, n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, S1 S. c/ t8 i5 h. t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* z% D3 R% {$ t) t: T' @$ N. cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 f1 [9 H1 ^! C4 a; X0 [/ r; o5 b7 ?: ~How you suffered for you sanity,
* y! U+ `* {! M8 GHow you tried to set them free,
$ r: l% k8 ~9 ~7 c/ g6 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 G7 W( v" S6 E0 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 V5 e6 J y `' y" GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 I: t4 J7 w; k; s8 R. @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, Z, i5 w0 ]) C- T" w% h' r4 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 q5 r( E# J6 o4 N( h! T$ f9 V {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ]5 V2 }! }9 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % i4 g6 G4 H/ ~) O8 A3 O5 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 R! c8 q, V+ W5 ]6 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; u0 ~6 T% c! q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 b4 K$ z. {7 ~) @9 m3 D+ y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 r( a- M# V( C2 u; f7 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- Z }# z: \* Z# G+ P5 [& _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 v+ i) J6 H* J: K* q+ dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - {8 _" f8 c: s8 Z& d- C/ C
9 s1 ]& c$ P6 |" T v( T3 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 y$ e B3 ^3 ?: o+ ?! Q+ CHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 l+ Y# P) t! C9 X4 s1 k' RHow you tried to set them free, " F( ?4 N2 m& ? f' ]! P
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 q8 h' j; f: k h. x7 E9 F: |0 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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