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& I; W! u/ @) IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . h6 \5 |2 l8 ^( n# U2 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 F8 w2 m. g; }! AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( M% ~* y1 J0 ]8 U$ j8 u8 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; Y( Q9 p' v$ X D6 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ^+ M4 |% K* e& u0 z( q+ nHow you suffered for you sanity, # r3 z+ ]3 U8 f2 d# E! \
How you tried to set them free,
4 D* L7 d7 i2 `) VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 c/ _! ^! P/ Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ?5 [! K, I, A; b' H" I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! \5 J2 ~: W4 W5 ], d# ]* ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 y/ z! J( D% Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! B1 i3 ?7 [; y, P) [! P+ I( `* wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ I- u6 l! T" rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 ~- v( e! q+ J, C. f. FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, O% z. ]5 Z, M5 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 L4 K+ e. U. D C) n3 m8 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , Q& [' @' l2 i, H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; u9 v, `& r" t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 M: L. v! C9 B- V/ h- n$ V! ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 P* G# d7 Y5 L4 d5 m; m: l0 x; Y/ K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 `" `- R4 h9 Q( Y" l' O! MHow you suffered for you sanity,; V% n" W2 ?% o
How you tried to set them free, ! s/ T' i! i- L+ U
They would not listen they're not listening still, - n3 K: O$ ^, J' C* X" s$ _$ g" T" E
Perhaps they never will. |
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