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4 B$ O3 c1 s. } t# d3 `7 p6 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ f& B& C( Y+ e- Y) B; o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! F; w3 i, R6 u7 t3 a9 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' x, {2 ?( R: y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ M7 Y! G6 V! X. ~# O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 C. c" \; G3 j
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 u+ \# _8 [( E7 ~0 A i
How you tried to set them free,
9 `- ` t' O/ Y( N3 k/ h. G" Y aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! ~! f0 j* t' e: n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. B' W5 ?& ]- P! TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 \3 ]% Z; D/ ]6 w7 s2 \- s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 R: m# ]) ]7 R3 x& L8 j, w7 G
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,
$ F; r8 F# r9 ^" y; X/ c) [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( }/ U6 u. b: {5 p C6 {/ Q0 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 h1 \$ T2 T- }8 ]( f5 u: u/ DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! ], v9 q1 i6 m& }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 o& b$ u1 x+ J9 M9 [" x* O$ aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 Z9 a6 l8 Z" f6 }. S; Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! p" V% d* S/ d: P% e1 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. w6 G0 I" b, R. I1 }0 w- T/ \8 v9 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 f$ H+ @, g7 M# Z9 ?1 I7 L1 K
! D5 z* C: t# ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 D* H9 ?2 \/ X" Y' X2 j0 @ IHow you suffered for you sanity,5 D7 d5 M- q7 L9 ?, j
How you tried to set them free, $ \; }0 g }# o8 |/ Q8 D# Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) O8 h' I' T; I
Perhaps they never will. |
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