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- y/ m7 b Y+ q0 q) hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 V) P4 y. S; e/ R" ]$ O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - Y# [+ s; `* |: f1 l; E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, B8 V" ^+ p4 {, Q. O% N& `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * [( N7 d* f9 ]2 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ~# V" x. D* u/ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
' n( V- z0 ~- Y: C$ C0 hHow you tried to set them free,
0 G$ \4 N8 ~$ |' Z% qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # B5 @* [0 r9 L9 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & @ i) w( p! U7 t' o& a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , @' D' @+ I) _& M' D7 ]1 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Q( ]6 P2 h* `5 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) @8 a7 B; T/ R, n9 ], T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( h' Q+ v: h% W# q; e/ V, X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 R# u& U' z. o: {# ]0 a6 g7 c7 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 v' I! B+ V7 }# X( ]/ R
But I could have told you, Vincent, / s1 `9 P) J& k4 s! M+ V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. V3 q. \7 ~3 A9 p+ h8 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- B6 T9 L B9 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. ~: B, d. L" aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
x0 N6 R9 s. h ?$ l; vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 e9 _6 {0 o2 h; V5 m1 {2 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* e9 m- ?/ c% W3 A" f1 {9 p2 _- iHow you suffered for you sanity,- U+ j7 g9 D' W: H0 K; K& T' x! B. i
How you tried to set them free,
% \7 _: q, A+ r' Z ?8 q/ UThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 o# u8 q8 b& h$ r
Perhaps they never will. |
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