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" D! w8 i3 o& K0 l% w6 {! |, FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 @2 F9 U! M& {7 A. w. u) b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 V: U7 M5 q, \( ] W- Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 I& c" A, q, e5 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 ?, Z ^6 u7 D6 g+ p: |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) g6 J/ \/ q5 b; d$ l3 `7 n9 [How you suffered for you sanity, ' ^8 n6 p* D- x/ ]
How you tried to set them free, 4 ]. L* S9 d. k0 T z$ Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + \3 p C ]+ c6 ?+ \% |- Y' m6 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* f" Q; B" F$ k8 h* mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 I5 c5 p. f9 D9 E! g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - ~+ q7 q) |- c: A! B$ l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . h* X9 Z6 V. \- o2 i' A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / b4 L% f0 @* K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 V! @# Q* W5 @, h* u- {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 U/ A: f* B P5 u6 `, o* f) D! E; ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ v& g& ^$ ~. H K' L WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# G: Z2 A4 i- J+ GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% H3 L% F" n0 p2 G. o1 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) I9 ~6 b" R( F0 r: H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! E: Y3 D, I W/ s; n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % ?8 e0 V4 }$ J( e
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ R0 W; u. {5 M8 o: u0 kHow you tried to set them free,
* q+ I% l1 p$ RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ A1 k# z5 M( w' P V/ XPerhaps they never will. |
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