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# ]' c$ Q& j6 u( ~& F6 [/ A/ XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 U' Q$ T( B% W4 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ X& ~" D; p/ }# B1 ?! I0 s7 b3 d( M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, h5 b4 t; u( v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & @$ N' Q/ R5 x# I5 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 \+ K6 K/ v: c, X1 ?4 D7 r5 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
: d% I. h4 _0 r: C. gHow you tried to set them free,
. R# t. ?) w$ ?8 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , w$ n) f) h! k0 ?" c3 { Z% y5 e' Y$ |: e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ x6 z: B, Z S( G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : C3 D, v) n$ w' e0 H# ~9 `& F" r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # n" ?3 z! M1 y) d# h2 W+ E
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,
5 c; E6 j% c1 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; a6 Z0 I( X- }$ F/ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 w: S. H7 ~ g6 G& _$ P$ Z' R" ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, # _, V3 |/ F' j1 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ]8 Q( y( o8 K* r; `- \+ W) O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: k/ f! ^% A3 e# t) h) yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 f& @9 [9 x6 U" r$ j7 z3 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% D w$ ~. M3 Y+ }8 [9 c' }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! J- W8 F1 _9 k" F, D5 L& C1 {
1 P1 L3 e& {: P5 O( b1 ^" f# kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) M. ]/ B4 L9 F4 z2 h9 z$ P0 }
How you suffered for you sanity,8 K4 y7 Z& D9 @: A3 D, {
How you tried to set them free,
" E/ v) G: r+ ]" R9 W/ GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& t l- Z4 E0 _. m& V' dPerhaps they never will. |
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