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& n4 n0 a* H) A1 r$ SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : Y) F9 {, Y% s$ N9 S8 P# J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 c2 A8 p8 n" Q$ _/ _+ m+ C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& N) h! e7 N3 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : g. I O, ?3 R* Q7 H* U1 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 T1 R R: `0 n2 f" ~8 j P" OHow you suffered for you sanity,
; K( U- a) P* [5 o! I2 A. B' uHow you tried to set them free, 9 A. k, N; ]# y) Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 O4 Y9 |; A* q6 g. j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Y5 R- D8 A; jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % H) `. W8 J- m$ S- d. j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 I" m7 `. J) a8 w! B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 |% o' Y0 W [" ?7 b' j% Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' [3 A9 H1 J% z) WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 [2 P+ `5 B, p. qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: K5 v; m C; W5 \. ^0 c( iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) j- G7 G1 T9 H! a9 r3 \! rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , v# ?% l' G! T6 `! u& o8 H/ I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: f D" R2 }3 ~8 z2 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! P( H4 x7 J2 t4 B( H- ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 i- R1 n1 ?6 `4 V( O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! ?6 }$ Y* A- A/ ?+ ^/ W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
M, }6 f0 c$ [: p3 ~* T, p( xHow you suffered for you sanity,1 Z7 i' m. D8 u" h
How you tried to set them free,
: b0 N3 d! t" H5 _They would not listen they're not listening still, , t l3 t% Y; j' y) k! V; @
Perhaps they never will. |
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