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# v5 J4 X" j1 d* U5 z! wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ?* Y4 R! A: E1 D: `5 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 C$ h+ s% o, F- H) x3 K. j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Y; K# M+ o) \, c8 J9 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 ~; b# W% T3 |, G$ x4 D7 c/ RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 |2 e' E' w+ t/ g. g R5 d2 U1 {How you suffered for you sanity, ' ]/ p& h& T% H8 |9 z5 M
How you tried to set them free, 1 V+ E. J0 g V* ?: a, I5 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( [- y2 ?$ c! g$ L1 D+ C) V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
p7 z7 w$ E+ H: K( H# e% KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' B4 R& E0 A- T _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ~" Q" V) I* h" n! x& l
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, ( ]/ H6 E' u5 Y1 b& ]( P( f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: | x8 Q M) o1 c! bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) v) X f$ v% v( U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 G, x0 h& i3 t# F) X3 E5 s( CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - g X* F/ {8 G2 n- p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( Y$ c# i g. m# W( c4 n( E6 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ v5 F2 Y' S: g! zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( t" A6 U7 G. X: J {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 @, \4 t3 h7 d3 B
! v! P4 }/ D0 ^4 e; a: oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 ?, D! u, {! P$ h5 u$ vHow you suffered for you sanity,
# m' b9 ^: [. \# xHow you tried to set them free,
: o" W2 d1 A' j0 P# zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 r4 i* f5 ~5 } U. o
Perhaps they never will. |
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