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4 n% y; S$ J6 w% v! J' A/ L, zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " F* i8 p/ N! k& M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; y5 R% w5 O" x" [" C! Z9 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& ]4 d4 w7 q' x8 m8 I. }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. ~3 w" K& E+ Y$ @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Q% n. P- b$ v* ~$ ^- R6 W! ^, eHow you suffered for you sanity, ' f) v, _" e% @9 n; f
How you tried to set them free, 1 k+ @/ b Z. h0 E* Y$ O% h' E+ L9 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 M. W+ `% X: P/ z) K2 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" c [! r2 t- S, H% mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 y' d$ k4 [( q: t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 V4 ^3 t3 _" M) B- s7 m1 ^Weathered 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,
* A* P, X- ]7 z- {/ {5 P) LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . s! o: o7 d0 P2 J3 A! l: t" I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + B$ s: E1 H* F/ B8 z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 T/ @: l, W* `) W3 C# N+ v$ EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * A1 @, Y# I! C5 r' p5 E/ A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 j/ l1 G2 I, _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 C; Q8 V3 A0 ]6 ^4 a% ]- n. aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 y; _: L0 O$ E2 E9 H* P" @
: z4 n1 n# H l4 o/ qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 g. X7 X" S1 v; bHow you suffered for you sanity,
. k' x1 @' c E' MHow you tried to set them free,
, @4 ]- N6 I" j' zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ B9 R' b* T X) W7 F4 iPerhaps they never will. |
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