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* l. s8 X% v4 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 v% {/ t- j0 P$ ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ L8 D& d: J0 f0 T# HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" \7 s) M7 b( h+ d5 k2 E5 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" T2 ^+ d. V3 v# |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ^/ I, C8 e$ e8 SHow you suffered for you sanity, - H* T9 l {: g2 g2 `5 w, h
How you tried to set them free, 6 r+ K; ?5 { W) \3 {8 s$ f% l! {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) i5 N% P) ]; } b* S9 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & A% r' y( s0 h% e/ f& R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& Z/ h: B: t4 v8 T8 Y" j. uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, Z" y6 o& L5 Z( z- n/ e% c2 `8 _* ?. |3 M
Weathered 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,
# ^7 R$ `; w8 X7 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 n) F1 r, r* s! ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & t% m. ? p- r' `' j4 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 K% k4 y R( }/ P. f& LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 o3 Z- E t# r. D; P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; ?6 b+ N. Y! @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) l, `2 I! B" V6 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 _/ n$ W' C; `8 D! S mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - ?4 {7 K$ R# M0 @5 _8 D1 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,1 Y, G: Y; x i ? z2 a+ [
How you tried to set them free,
- g( s. P. r7 M% S* b9 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 K6 O3 A7 I4 EPerhaps they never will. |
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