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( d8 b# L% t$ d, MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' L; `, l+ }0 z" d6 N2 {9 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / A4 N& l; t0 j8 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 X Z& _/ ~+ P- D/ L2 z6 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 l' J% B: T3 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* C) v8 [6 J( j* sHow you suffered for you sanity,
; r9 b& w1 F' j! q+ Z' M4 {# V1 xHow you tried to set them free,
/ ]; r |3 s$ c5 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: d7 ?8 a0 A2 f3 S+ @& mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ x0 K6 a( k( b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 S% H8 Q' I2 E, |$ f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 D7 i/ ?& G. h! u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % K0 C8 x0 ^; M, [" j% ~: ~3 [4 ^
+ ?! O' A- u6 X" { z4 Q/ @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ `% l [* d# c/ F& L4 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ a: z0 U, U% v$ }2 @% KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 I3 }4 Q% r" |6 M. m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 k7 J+ L) e: k0 L6 @. _9 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ]1 g# d% }, A2 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 G2 k* @+ P9 U# S8 z) Q# HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 ~7 L% c/ e' U8 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 ?. @! p+ o' c5 f& Q, u
The 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,
; c V9 D2 O/ C* T) p* t# |. SHow you suffered for you sanity,
, K6 u+ L/ r& y" |. SHow you tried to set them free,
7 \8 ?. H; p9 l- R* iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 v; S4 [) Y* T. W0 K* ZPerhaps they never will. |
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