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2 k+ [5 v. t5 w' Y; sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 w3 S4 y4 n& k' O* c+ d# C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' Y' c+ l( }0 _; m! W+ @9 q" H0 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 p0 E, l+ x8 L% NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / V' r. Q& O3 E R' X. [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 z$ N/ o1 u6 N% IHow you suffered for you sanity,
: V5 _8 @* A6 N/ r+ c5 `9 hHow you tried to set them free,
6 G7 \, s ?5 M3 u% p. _3 ?' S( M) [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Y' v- k& b0 p9 B) a! @* h+ L) ?& t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 t, ^2 m* i! |3 j" B1 D5 q0 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; a$ D2 d3 x. o5 s; l# P" e) X( XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 U' `* F2 z: r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * n0 {) t1 D3 y& q% f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% H; I% C( b7 b% B; l [% A5 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 b2 f- |6 g; n, X# I' yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& e0 A# X }" D' o# d9 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 P( @9 D' A! o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 }+ i) n8 E$ j# A# I/ oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 V! f, g( Z! q- j5 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 i* m! R' f# ^$ g6 [* g1 ~0 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " T; c: m. Q p2 D/ s- Q0 N% O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % P: J2 Y0 H% u# E% Z4 D
' U, U' d! \" NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 q) A: z& o; z `How you suffered for you sanity,
5 t5 D v4 e) r# S* ]How you tried to set them free,
1 \- J+ n. c4 N0 M& \They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 _$ X2 q) z ]2 _0 o" L7 P ]Perhaps they never will. |
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