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9 ~) p8 Y5 }8 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, o" g+ z! l5 a6 V& i) K; OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; @, Q; }* Z6 H Q* N% x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- ?( I% K/ m) P, Q, e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# C; R$ o, U6 Z/ \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: r0 ]7 v4 u* I: }% \How you suffered for you sanity,
. i6 B- Y4 K5 d1 \) aHow you tried to set them free, 9 l- D- e+ ~6 A* h' ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 j1 J3 t4 s: n) N& \4 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! d* ^4 r+ |: _1 ]) g7 n! L' [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
D! m8 ^% O7 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# |8 y" b! I+ ]7 d' [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 H; u" }2 K1 o0 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" X0 Z% j/ s/ z Z$ A2 p! t; vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 m7 _* Y5 i' i+ [5 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% p- Y2 j/ ]2 ]$ t# ^% bBut I could have told you, Vincent, # f8 ?3 v6 J# Z& S6 j8 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# t* s% o; C: |6 O& p5 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& g% s# `: ^; S- ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - a2 q! [0 f! K' V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 B* M9 X0 o. a y4 I2 J* q5 F5 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 h1 h4 _( ^! H* A( e
7 T$ a1 N$ ~# s7 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " M7 W) A0 o& C# ]6 ^) O, a0 z! x
How you suffered for you sanity,1 p9 f3 E: ?) }3 w2 }% j
How you tried to set them free,
, p9 ]( s% `5 I( UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 n9 T1 l) a6 r) Y0 T: B2 O2 M. wPerhaps they never will. |
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