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) I* j. \* [9 Q+ q/ g: k( I) MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ m6 N5 m: A6 V/ J- f& V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 Q1 ?0 j) J& F) @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ?, r4 ?: |6 J* j1 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 i- R2 c+ S7 X- Z8 g, CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# E! i! j+ c! C4 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
- {. K; s& k* W( D$ D9 MHow you tried to set them free,
# [2 `/ u/ Z# E; ~: ]: l4 e4 y% jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; p e2 _' u, ~+ Z: G; r0 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , K1 m: {! ]; n* U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ^4 Q; i3 Z0 Y7 F1 Q+ N, _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: ~( B6 N" L, m, ]6 p1 F" C; YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 a+ O3 M# _6 e- s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. j9 F( w* N# H( a! iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 ]/ A q3 ~& `" v' g( X" kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 B |; F4 d# d$ g
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( C9 i( h; ^. O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; W/ o% E( ?6 g- T# j/ P1 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. [4 c h$ g+ i {$ sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 V: E# x5 d [- t2 P* o1 N7 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ a' u! v3 j1 \1 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ y y3 n+ t9 ]" u2 j. i8 mHow you suffered for you sanity,0 u' x7 H* j2 j& H. @, V( i
How you tried to set them free,
4 t% c1 K+ H& F9 E: dThey would not listen they're not listening still, / h+ x& C# S, W
Perhaps they never will. |
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