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! T4 X+ y( l5 @; d& x: }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 o& T0 b. N- ^, h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 C* A4 t, S2 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 T# I1 R4 Z- F$ Y0 {% C! F* u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ r* S/ o7 U. T4 }1 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! ~4 K; y( ~6 s1 R/ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 y/ u" q9 o, \! C8 dHow you tried to set them free, 6 o/ ?7 P+ _; ]2 T% U+ k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; C4 f% h( ]6 d4 D+ D MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 i! X7 i; M5 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ X* \. R! ~4 J2 B9 r l0 z1 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
E( k% a0 S- u* |% ^- q, |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 z* k$ Y# I; y' A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 x& _5 O6 Z2 [# q8 N DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ P/ D& t- d: F: mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! B+ ]1 A9 P0 `2 n; b) m+ K
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ U$ B, L# \8 F* c* C* I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# ^- S6 F, H, e& P% l' DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 s. B) F6 |2 J( `0 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 c& U7 t* k, F* X0 i3 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- C! k1 D) G* v( e2 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 j4 K& g ? yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: y+ F; z0 g# T( y& rHow you suffered for you sanity,0 w6 R; e0 L! ]( _
How you tried to set them free, - M& o) t' L8 c- p X
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 ?7 c) Z: J4 B; { u q- p- W) J
Perhaps they never will. |
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