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7 H& b7 j+ J; Z, @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . p3 T4 w% K. X+ h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 E, \% [% m1 d0 a3 D* l+ Z& b' YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' X/ H: n, W& j$ T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" Q3 F& H* j" Q f t. ?: s4 t+ QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, s( m) l( }* O
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 X' v2 n; W/ o% Z! J1 u4 Y6 P7 ZHow you tried to set them free, 8 `9 [6 R5 `7 n& s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 g% ~2 X# c7 @" @8 |: h& C5 ?/ c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ m) _6 y, J1 h; l6 w3 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' F& I5 S) G7 f. E1 H- Q5 u( Z% e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 b1 b) R( ~9 u" [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : R, H) Z# U$ F: L! D u! N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 E, R2 V7 L6 X0 U5 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 m3 A. z5 a, RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' f9 F2 e: H) W- d- I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 g6 ^& W4 W3 V) ^! T0 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% d0 `; s7 ~8 Q5 G, s0 f' ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ^/ h0 A( f: oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ~7 L: Q5 {* M9 n+ L: \5 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ Z9 A2 d" \, G! p$ r% jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
( k9 M( z7 J+ K% F& k5 g" T- C# B: Y$ [- }6 b1 n4 P. q3 Q+ [
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ _3 G- }. S2 ~, \4 l H" GHow you suffered for you sanity,! [/ L( O; F0 C! K5 B/ o$ W) E
How you tried to set them free, 7 L s- ]! W2 K9 r* s1 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" s/ ~( u. K# D: GPerhaps they never will. |
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