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4 o$ X/ v. A d3 t zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. I9 U( h/ m/ E( x. B* V2 g" b; |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 c* p$ M$ h5 m( g, d( T$ G* _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' N" N8 K% }% B ~. VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! j" X* i( I! {4 F2 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! q8 d% N( i. E. ^; KHow you suffered for you sanity, ! B( F6 T; v2 P% g& k4 |! W
How you tried to set them free, $ S" `( X5 y4 g6 P( O2 r+ T: \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( z9 }$ Y. p7 ~) n% ~6 z; [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
a9 n2 s& N" u2 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; m+ V9 x* T, u' T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 H k4 K4 t3 [" e2 U) Q) W, c) t0 X9 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ X8 [4 |+ u! n) A' B/ R2 a
; U: B' |3 V/ R! @6 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 A1 _) `5 x# D/ ]! y n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 C4 U- v$ N8 h% @* V0 `9 A) pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 n5 R& u# d# D9 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( @. d5 H6 G+ I2 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. r4 ^5 t* Y3 R$ K# }4 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ D( v4 h6 @+ N: @9 _) pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 K5 ], N5 ~4 ^9 G& Y7 e' E) Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 `% I2 o! C' |* |, p, {/ L' G5 u
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, ; @0 {0 T" U' m$ Q" @ k- @6 A
How you suffered for you sanity,4 a* H; r, z$ w3 D F: K/ A
How you tried to set them free, 2 B2 u4 b1 H2 C( F5 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 ^1 X: S& B6 A6 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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