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7 S2 [8 d: ~ ~ qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " l$ D! Z& C9 R+ v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 b" V: F" U$ P7 z t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
k1 R: ]# Y& ], f( ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, N/ j3 G. L, b1 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 C7 S* L3 B* R- A+ Z- q9 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 |4 K; X0 y; `7 B' R( l) O, UHow you tried to set them free, ! q7 e, t+ n- L5 R0 j4 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, Z2 X" A* N- e2 r! o4 r# s2 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 U# Y" V2 b2 S! [; LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . N1 S+ v) p: Q$ \5 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 ]5 z& _+ C( U0 G* Y/ @7 ~
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,
$ s4 p5 K, r, B- g1 }1 G- r1 r' aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 a' d& V _0 i+ e y n |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- t8 c X. H! \# [0 Z/ b. XBut I could have told you, Vincent, , h% N1 }- ~& \6 k2 Z7 D# E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # @3 v1 H7 _0 ~4 U
6 G0 {# B% m0 J& z T8 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% X# f6 n( \" k9 Z( @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% q/ ]4 z# \; {( dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. M2 T2 J6 ^7 g0 JThe 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,
' b ^8 ]" k, I& c) qHow you suffered for you sanity," F9 j5 o9 H/ D4 e8 ?
How you tried to set them free, & _+ `$ V3 a2 \1 ?- h
They would not listen they're not listening still, + M( f' P" Q, A% s* B2 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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