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# m* G J2 n8 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # S( Q/ j+ O4 \. s8 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - c% G* _5 s( z* i7 u0 ?# p2 \' R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 G8 C5 X0 D# _1 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' y+ e, _: r" F2 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% y9 N& ~' W" \9 Q5 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
- o2 P% Z* ^' `$ z, V4 S/ NHow you tried to set them free,
- q+ ]5 s' E. q5 u- rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- `* V2 W' I& ]- uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . y3 k; \$ l' \9 C* P# r4 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! h5 l/ t0 b4 f' f7 X1 d( S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ [5 b }* T2 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 y; `* F1 g. _$ X; J+ y3 U g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
e& A! |/ l: G6 U3 `" G$ n6 M) l( wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* b0 B) d5 F* f! D# P4 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 J% x% `/ k3 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" K7 X* c) ^3 H2 q, k/ \% gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # a+ w1 u' B) `3 F0 H/ B. Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" d) B |9 j! D0 a rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, n. s9 }' E2 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - d$ t: W: a5 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( }( ^4 I0 l" a# g3 J4 s& x X( r
How you suffered for you sanity,
! C% K. t) I1 ~7 w) X9 v3 ZHow you tried to set them free,
5 U' F/ e* K! M0 \They would not listen they're not listening still, " R' O- O% B- f2 X# G4 {4 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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