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' N5 k6 ^' t5 C! o8 _5 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 O4 ~: ] a" X/ u# u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ c0 ~8 T6 r+ q4 I$ ]) s+ S% bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! X2 z# |2 c9 `1 M* mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : q h# i5 L" s# y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- L* w( a/ z$ y( U. A
How you suffered for you sanity, ' O% P, V% C* X
How you tried to set them free,
4 U& q( A1 k! B6 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 o6 P7 O6 x3 |8 P* x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 k/ a; @! P' Q T b2 Z) fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / I6 k& I# I$ T( l8 u S0 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 s9 P# J7 K. n0 N: [# `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % Z' Q" b' x: D
6 Z. N: Z2 V+ T7 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , F8 y" x6 F. S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) T1 i- V8 T7 p1 m8 Z) Q3 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ q* U/ ~% ?8 E& }But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 R2 |' I9 R @9 h" s1 T' B1 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & P8 C* z( Z, N9 C" f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 G4 i8 F, O) |: [5 t+ V' ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 U6 s7 Z; E7 C; {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # F4 s. s4 M. X' |" Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; t( Q0 ~, J7 C( u/ m& h7 h# |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % K& J( A$ }! r" n2 O5 T* s& x/ u
How you suffered for you sanity,
& F8 D6 b( l$ ^6 s8 y3 VHow you tried to set them free, $ z2 ?# f1 s) n+ M$ }
They would not listen they're not listening still, , N2 E( l6 {: m) V5 n3 J+ |# D
Perhaps they never will. |
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