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: u* X j% M! G. b- TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- t7 Z! L2 M7 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; O V" ~6 V! o% K& G+ Q" |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* L, u8 p% t3 v7 j- eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ x. }( A7 r& H- t7 M. FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- A8 O9 V) `; g2 IHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 [( N. Z' M. c t3 K
How you tried to set them free,
* Y7 d- T- k0 H, m6 V5 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( I( P! P. P; M: T* R$ d+ sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. p4 l; C9 h* }' l# pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ o2 B: @# [1 R$ TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ |4 R- Y4 W" ?/ M, K) oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 W/ B/ j7 n" t+ e) E! O6 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - _! b" s! V) d! P) `0 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* o/ } O: C- Z$ ]; Q$ n4 J1 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 r( ~+ C2 k: }+ j5 Y1 ~$ A7 g. y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, d/ v9 S* K2 R: M1 ^! }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 F4 R7 z$ @. w/ k$ B0 r7 a q
. \' K! w3 J6 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % O$ t' [5 G, \# ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 Z* R( L! q0 o7 B4 M$ n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , [$ _& v; Q: L4 E
The 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,
+ e. n8 Q; d! s1 x" lHow you suffered for you sanity,- ]9 h/ ^# p I2 A- v
How you tried to set them free,
2 I$ @5 S& z. a0 `They would not listen they're not listening still,
# X) k* O5 k: b* d% [& R7 }* rPerhaps they never will. |
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