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" F9 [5 w# o7 E' fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' w9 r/ P! u1 {: z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' X; f0 z0 l r0 f# B# u2 G) o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 |; M% C" \* V9 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 O1 c, r9 P( d U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! _7 R' ^+ J! R3 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 F$ Q, h% u3 f6 y3 L7 n1 _0 n% M9 ~( WHow you tried to set them free,
. ~9 B& \# q9 X0 W' j' C' }& `1 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / g, d. ^4 w4 q( ?( V3 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 S6 G* H& U* a, g1 ?0 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. f" j3 a+ I/ f8 f5 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : B* `. F1 Y0 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 j5 R9 C+ e: H5 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & K( b, k+ v+ h- D& o4 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % s: V1 }! ?# V. D5 A/ I- W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 S8 [2 @* f) Y6 o6 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 N! f- k) P% S" d2 l( [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - c$ e9 y; K8 c- M. L# O8 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
w8 [5 z' \- o1 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , h6 E: Z- a; q1 j) e9 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 e$ H5 x7 r, G5 U. z% _2 Z; g0 w, s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & _, s, q2 o+ w: m+ }: b
/ b$ H1 f1 ?; F' T7 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : E9 R" h) D( V$ F& e6 L
How you suffered for you sanity,( u5 O; A0 x0 I7 Y3 f) J5 J
How you tried to set them free,
+ X" }3 `, R3 {; VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, U0 c+ v2 M6 Z7 k+ H4 VPerhaps they never will. |
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