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- e- t6 X9 {7 K0 t S5 n1 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' L) R. M3 o0 W4 P+ d1 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 v' n R: K# L5 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ~: J0 m4 K$ W! RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # X) B8 v* h$ t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: o# j6 z% w' H& }& Q$ @
How you suffered for you sanity, ) w2 f: A0 {) J* n5 s4 H
How you tried to set them free,
7 G d9 \7 P+ mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 g1 J2 J6 J gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) _1 x! d, V: m( U) K, l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 n7 P- G7 P$ Q' q& aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 n& r1 d' G, U( G6 u0 i' D
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,
% {1 b% |6 a3 K% i3 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ p/ P1 y$ [, V1 j1 [% J+ _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( w% u1 C# I$ M- c& CBut I could have told you, Vincent, # G* U( ?: N! A& W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) G6 H2 {1 O/ p3 N8 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * P, p' n5 H4 `* e* Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 c% d3 v. _6 }! nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ i, B- Q' e( C% n. S& CThe 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, 8 L& l; T8 W4 E, n& g0 i; s5 e
How you suffered for you sanity,$ N# @; [" b& H/ \4 o5 A) X
How you tried to set them free,
+ e. C3 S1 Z+ f- }They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 N7 ]+ [2 m% x
Perhaps they never will. |
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