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. L0 V- c3 p M3 x0 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / X o, h9 N" X( T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / ^, }; p0 I* u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 Z$ x& G2 ?; |& l0 ?3 R) D5 |% i4 b2 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 M) P' y: L6 H ~- B0 `7 ~4 {! hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 o" y) m" x- w h, |( l/ D2 d% h9 t
How you suffered for you sanity, . Y/ i* v, o0 b& ~
How you tried to set them free,
. X: B6 X6 k! Q( z0 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, l) Y/ G4 |6 N" aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 r2 x- F! l' B+ y, K7 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' q( f- I" r5 y/ G% q1 L8 m5 I/ \* _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # t+ W) |) A+ ^4 }! C7 o' }5 N5 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ t- H! X/ W( a7 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 k3 U1 m7 x7 \0 h5 [! d0 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / P0 G# ]& e7 w, j2 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 g% a, m7 P, I- i" P- N: k0 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, + d- ~5 ] U* n3 B% j. m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 \ M2 {$ t$ i) o8 C- UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& C8 F, V( O& Y9 ~% tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 o# e+ {, M! \* yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : l* T1 l- d7 Y8 @. P7 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ]' C9 m1 |7 a; I# N1 c
How you suffered for you sanity,7 i/ D8 |1 ?. b! n6 u2 L0 t. s1 a
How you tried to set them free, & u4 } c7 C" K7 G8 m1 b- X
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 W2 i* U7 R, i, }
Perhaps they never will. |
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