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4 f* s$ W: F) \& q2 s8 Y X% K$ KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " a: g1 S/ ]# _2 E$ k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' h' I8 s4 X7 F6 |- zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 j: G8 M- y l/ {3 W0 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 |" v1 u& c7 O7 L' U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ z- K2 t' P8 _- ]: T5 }- ?! e' c
How you suffered for you sanity, ! V& x; j$ H; t
How you tried to set them free, 2 [6 |, O7 Z: i3 `7 y; J& [8 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& O' {. \, Y3 T. N# ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 {8 v. V) U: \4 V& i7 A+ jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 \. E+ r4 i9 a5 p+ p( d6 ?3 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + j5 K2 {5 A6 g" M) U, n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 O- `" ?* T0 I4 j; M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ ~$ f K" a% p0 X0 a( J5 ~1 [8 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) e) _! o& o( n$ m( UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
q8 _: X3 U9 p: g# i! rBut I could have told you, Vincent, . A% _8 r1 s, Y3 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; A+ ^5 m. X0 L* B; ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 N5 Q5 c8 g1 D( ?% CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 x, W+ P: P o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ^2 J8 ^# f, H* z% c0 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 h& W+ K+ h/ _
0 T4 o# d% k# A( r' BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, v4 Z9 l3 U8 E- x6 k' j) _
How you suffered for you sanity,* L4 b5 C( I* ~0 P+ v& Z
How you tried to set them free, 5 b& k. @8 r, Y# w- n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 N9 G$ f; d0 oPerhaps they never will. |
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