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: Q/ F5 M! `) dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / {( U& [( l) N' F! E# o+ Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; ~. p0 P/ N' {6 Z. G, i$ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: o. g5 d: E! Y% { o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 @, S- ^) e/ O8 U0 D5 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 y6 a' T/ ?' b2 I! }0 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 {- L! K% [0 h; n6 \# q
How you tried to set them free, 5 L$ @7 C( V+ }' i% c" ?( f2 v5 u8 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % }: ^, H9 g2 ~& N: j# k; Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 t# x& A8 m7 h6 l( ]2 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: N5 i6 ~" H6 d, ^% B. U4 J* OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 Q* e! D2 g) r6 e+ X$ LWeathered 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,
! z8 ^ T$ O. h6 E" [, t4 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* c; v& E6 d- g5 Q# `; HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, y3 u6 ~3 X8 _3 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! @$ b: i# l( p; O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 A. h/ V% l( E& p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + R5 ?8 n t7 n) A3 `" `+ i/ B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" t/ U( w4 k* L" E i- I: vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / x- A* K9 M- e. w
, x I# U$ n. g5 N. D/ g9 z4 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# ]4 @; b5 C1 k0 `+ ?. K' V% b; HHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 u( p4 n- K3 u. tHow you tried to set them free, $ o T+ A* j0 h3 E) Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 A) {# ^) O( t& ?+ N# D
Perhaps they never will. |
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