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0 l( w* G* p( G/ V/ s1 O0 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 A; b; |$ n; q5 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! _* G% j( E O4 [0 l. T d! r6 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( p* w5 Z( h: O" z- j, }4 o0 \* tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * U5 E6 l& \0 |3 c' ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 a9 C5 R) X/ _
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 I# ? k; i$ I# u! \0 D) G
How you tried to set them free, / Q" @4 p& v9 }& C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 b8 Z+ n( D" T& wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . _+ a0 ?# W: T5 w R3 x3 a, T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& O) V6 O; |5 Y+ QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 B$ [/ C6 q, E) A/ G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. l% v& L; V; t' vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% a+ y- b0 H' c0 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 R% P/ ]9 _1 ^# q& M) LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . o6 s, l3 Q5 V* T9 u. x; m; C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' e1 m1 G1 {; t$ J1 L& @/ F0 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 K7 Q+ @. ~6 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 K2 A9 M! j; ^! S8 u# W* hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ E( h6 A, q1 u+ ~3 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Z2 ^; j+ j+ |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / r0 M1 s2 D! h- \1 {) H" l1 E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! m* T, I. @/ w! v, ~" nHow you suffered for you sanity,+ M, ?5 G" ~6 E
How you tried to set them free,
! I" K$ f7 f5 @! r9 OThey would not listen they're not listening still, , R3 l9 X* V/ o+ I% n8 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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