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4 p6 v/ C& L9 k bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. o' r" T. t3 D0 f# M- S: Q9 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) w- C( r9 X" v2 k, B; o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 o& l3 n+ u5 g9 n% V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) m k# W K" K% ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 W/ k2 N# D) C& I& }How you suffered for you sanity, + W8 C- l& ~( }6 s$ G, w
How you tried to set them free, ! _, T* H$ A8 C, j! R+ [2 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 ^7 g( i9 j k% s! e$ c+ AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ?- _2 f# n* p$ DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' c9 p% ~ q/ j' N- R4 C* X( \/ [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 P4 w6 J h6 @
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, 9 z. M. H& [6 X7 b" K2 F# H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! w$ [. H" e" q3 e- X) U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % Z) Q5 X+ o2 k G) n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 x# H3 _. B/ c! V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 s% q5 b$ P2 W' a2 _: [$ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( l x9 L }; ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . m- B$ ~9 m7 ~0 G& w$ t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 B' [6 w) V) g0 t& i9 U3 I0 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: U0 c, f# Q, @9 G5 x# s% tHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 o1 p" e) F1 r$ y, g& PHow you tried to set them free, 7 P! n6 B$ _" a! j/ ]( H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ X+ j2 q# A$ j" c' ^3 v- J# z0 u; Z) NPerhaps they never will. |
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