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) z% w9 x7 o0 I3 J' j9 d& UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 m% h/ V' \8 _" U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( G7 U. o! g* t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, G( F; X6 u0 {2 }/ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 j% h" L4 M, D0 b. g' i& mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: B% R/ g( @* i' s# X* o1 `How you suffered for you sanity, 9 z ?# u) {5 C) F
How you tried to set them free,
* Y7 B8 o [3 p7 h ?6 ^1 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # `! ?' Z D- }! y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + s, y0 q6 Q1 E' h; C2 P, ^! K1 i5 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 d8 F& K! ^" I4 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( }* Q5 ]2 j& kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 F7 z7 R. b& |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * U6 L2 Z9 v4 z* t& K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! v$ H7 W" C2 Y T T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 L6 B$ A! E2 y& p8 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) J, G$ O; V7 b* c4 y, e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 P3 R- a$ z% e. F% lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ?$ l! u- g1 |$ @2 R# o( GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# x+ T! O) Q! c/ RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) {$ R. A6 d' y9 y# `% CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( U4 [" R# ~7 B1 }# Y6 O
How you suffered for you sanity,8 ~5 a6 z: Q2 d3 ^; r
How you tried to set them free, 3 c: L2 f; C. R4 V$ y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ c* Y% ]. ^4 F0 r( L# m& `Perhaps they never will. |
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