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( z. g2 N1 a; ~( iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 N1 V4 s- v2 v* K% g* oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " v3 D+ _4 U3 h9 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# f3 n' d7 V* X; L WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 R8 U& W) |9 J7 i% _/ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% F& ^. U0 ^) X0 j: m' D5 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 F0 N1 c: D1 H7 \2 c0 |: l8 C6 P- g4 AHow you tried to set them free,
4 K4 h$ o; |1 o) v0 G( b: BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 m' t0 s4 }- V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, H g: A6 ^; S, z( NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 T) D1 r" Q+ ]* tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 W/ ?' w0 T3 Z0 D; F% M/ h0 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: ^1 a' P+ `& p8 l0 u) R+ j/ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ]/ t/ E3 q7 d6 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 m6 C; s+ Q) K3 V3 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 R. z2 ^: O2 h% DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 F6 y+ E% M/ n# v! O9 q3 }6 C% X. S JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' h1 i% V" s+ K% c! d0 C# [- M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ^" O+ S2 Z0 T% a! {7 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ~, x: b# D3 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 O- z# D: `( F! ?2 ^8 b' hThe 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, 3 C' K% m$ H2 Z# a. _' H% n
How you suffered for you sanity,
- X d# B0 D+ T5 t; ZHow you tried to set them free, ! s3 O& f3 @( Q* g
They would not listen they're not listening still, " K0 q4 P$ C2 w. S6 A$ F9 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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