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, u% v2 G0 J8 E: r1 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / @7 x$ |% r. u+ C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 a$ H' y% H2 I$ G; u- fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; g* Z, P( _: M7 n9 l/ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * h3 H3 K5 ?. V6 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. X, i6 a! `" Y0 L% E
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ |7 I: j( [8 QHow you tried to set them free, . ?0 ^2 o5 i J4 h6 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & A% W# z" _5 y; u0 `; X% j& S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 m, r; {3 j. D2 U% aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 p5 H$ ]" Y* w) nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ b% h+ t' d* R. p& r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , N9 z/ L( `3 E( J0 a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % E6 U, e7 i# G2 x7 ^0 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' {. O$ |- j+ a8 S$ kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; [$ r" i) M8 @! t0 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 r; B+ j& [4 e8 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 U, h$ j3 C* [. m7 p; w0 j/ J" }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) D- J) `! v1 ]) k4 V+ r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. b e. |$ ^+ l/ `( w N: Q' BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 |: {: ^) u/ M1 \4 _1 d) |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- g+ Z5 L- w% R. R& B4 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; d9 [8 r* N3 k$ {- G6 b4 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ n! e' l0 r& a4 ]1 iHow you tried to set them free,
' P7 S3 z) d. j7 n0 K# U0 ~/ {! f% tThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) R/ c+ \$ @1 e) d
Perhaps they never will. |
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