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& h' u, \" b5 s8 X/ ^* {- W+ NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 v. o! d7 D ~7 V; c! W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% u- M" v( k+ p3 g% B: zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 A' U6 Y0 L, ^* \; O; a2 ~0 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 H# I3 w: q& q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 u! M' y' h VHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 Y; _7 M- O4 `: w; HHow you tried to set them free, - f% i- z& d. @, @5 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 ]7 s4 _1 R) s; N/ }( O kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' f1 ?2 S0 f" ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 I# C4 M0 v) W# jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( }( h% x U2 F5 {+ f7 `* e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 `' g! G% s2 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ m. n+ Z9 |3 d- F' G+ q* x+ FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & u [+ {4 D: @3 L Y4 u, Q- H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 I8 `. _7 x' X- ~( \! d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 s$ ^% {* I* ^/ A0 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " [7 J. G1 j& O7 R4 k6 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + A. Q6 j. p4 c. z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / E" w6 {3 p9 v" c) ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 Z; i$ I) d/ K, L; h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : K# A0 m3 B; O# R3 N* R4 O/ L# u- o
How you suffered for you sanity," {2 O' y% z& i# e7 a
How you tried to set them free, " {2 O% V; m/ z+ T
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 H+ C2 ^3 Q! Y) H- H
Perhaps they never will. |
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