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) j3 {+ Z* R; i8 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , _! Z' _( v* X* s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 Y' Y, w4 D6 ?, X' S7 D/ a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ]0 x, f" L# E, @/ e* J; RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - y; _0 p* W4 d9 i, p8 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. ?+ S) L& m# o
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 z: Z( v. [# m; NHow you tried to set them free, ; Z, J# p, M8 a' o0 S2 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. X- E$ E7 @+ _4 [9 B$ F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , X0 J0 |3 R8 W; f. N2 m) f% d) @- X# G% e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # D! M$ m2 c; g7 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- S& @9 i0 S* k3 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 D3 x6 h) O; M F& Z' W1 q- I2 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ U! ?( R3 \( `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# m# h* W' Q1 I E% {0 m! @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 G- }6 _ a8 c, a) g0 S( P; M& e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* |" M# l% H2 n, v+ ] uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % s$ ?( a9 b9 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 d$ A/ y4 f" m) |2 S% M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 E% W$ R. Q( {9 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 y+ x8 Q% E( D0 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 `& Q# h. E+ ]2 k- Z5 |& j* u$ T
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ n2 }( b0 M# y6 Y$ XHow you tried to set them free,
* U N; x7 C' QThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 `8 w5 D8 U6 s% Z! p* N
Perhaps they never will. |
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