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0 f9 K7 n* v, o. MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ D; S) H; f0 d& {% JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , k( B% h1 e% s5 I9 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) ]! d% B+ F! k1 |) f# yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' d2 D% k7 ~$ t) }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; x- m& U/ E/ ?7 P g0 D$ JHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ ?9 s$ O/ B: M2 M2 K9 x6 l LHow you tried to set them free, * h' y& O0 x( S: m; M6 F% T7 G6 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ]: V L/ q2 w5 y0 \5 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 N( f7 R+ Q2 [+ l. f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 U0 a& [1 x0 i7 _3 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * V, ~- J% e& d4 O% W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 o; B6 m" Q, C9 ~/ Q! X# _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; x% {1 d# ]" \' ]7 H2 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; a0 \. C3 t, A( p/ |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 a: l( l/ f$ n E( m
But I could have told you, Vincent, , ]5 R: s' M$ g0 J4 M& T6 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * G2 W" i. V6 j* S2 o& Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 J4 t* s! E. W' m( Q6 r* C* A& @" HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 W. K) w& l/ {( |$ M9 x6 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 G1 B1 U$ [1 c" W/ LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / p4 x d0 B$ D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 I; T; |( b1 U1 p, p: E
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 @' U* x S5 i* l' h8 f' ~) [How you tried to set them free, ( o/ Z8 i. B( h/ e: z
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ V* i) y% E% e
Perhaps they never will. |
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