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" b: D' a3 g1 M4 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 n6 _2 [5 K3 _4 Z U9 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, d( X4 @4 k* }) t$ r! XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 Q1 O4 r( k- R1 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# C/ z4 w- o& WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& g1 B8 y' c& z5 m4 i- F6 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 N h7 ?- F& Z" n& U8 sHow you tried to set them free, 6 C2 v' _' k/ D% `: j6 `, i2 t$ h! m3 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 _' x; Y# k) r) |. g2 T8 V9 W, p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: L8 C' F7 A5 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 K$ J: D7 q. A& ?& w5 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , w7 \2 b. Q) `) a/ ~+ |, b/ ?
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,
: W1 q3 c2 q3 V( g; y4 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" J( |8 C; j1 `' ~2 d0 T* oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* y! P+ X/ ~9 T5 P/ b5 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' c- l% b( P& \2 M4 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - L4 j8 T0 z! e# h+ p/ i* _# y3 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ^3 Y/ p# U9 H' Y0 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ^* ?+ ?* g8 b/ P) }- t( KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . ^2 B' v( r& w( T! \8 N) d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# [3 D4 u2 b/ h* yHow you suffered for you sanity,
( m2 F# r; j* v5 {& rHow you tried to set them free,
- Q0 ~; K% c/ m, S$ vThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( ~" T9 v, d5 z# K4 b; o2 F) w
Perhaps they never will. |
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