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7 _ ` R/ s; [7 r! PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ a; f/ t' M0 s% I/ j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " B& [% a$ f3 b* M, h# v$ E2 e9 @7 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: ]/ R2 r- i V1 i2 F- ]5 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ v% O, W. U; J+ b5 Y& rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ v* q* q8 l: qHow you suffered for you sanity,
& j, E- N3 E5 ~ i" b: BHow you tried to set them free,
( x& R! O x/ E& J8 u, z# QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ f4 k- \, j( U# _# v, }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 T, C/ R' x1 }* o1 ~2 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' p9 j: \1 \8 ~! |" _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 d/ _" x' J0 v4 c7 @4 V. zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , {. m" `+ Y; k4 Y. E+ M, s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- I1 G8 L- h o* V& Q. ~- \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* J. f1 w) t. b' j: w( [8 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* F: Y7 }6 F5 t2 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 J7 X1 H+ X! ~# J: h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 i7 V. W5 n. WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! W! w6 H" B" \" \; Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 m/ G2 S7 l1 q' U- y8 AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. }8 m, S( W4 _" ]
5 M, u, e6 T0 E$ {2 _: [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ U. E" h8 O3 F( Q' d) U( s! W
How you suffered for you sanity,
' b1 m9 y% ^$ l% r% m) o( CHow you tried to set them free,
5 X5 b/ n% V8 T5 N6 O8 }& O5 kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 ]- W0 V3 _/ G7 f9 F4 |: J* q
Perhaps they never will. |
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