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- Y( E2 ]9 w! s( A/ C8 l0 u6 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " d X* l, _( F+ l4 C1 t$ L) O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, u4 Z2 h# O& i# `7 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) @# X, E; e2 a: o: a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 U G. C" I0 }) G) i1 |) G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) [8 m- d# }& w
How you suffered for you sanity, ( _1 g5 Q) h# Z
How you tried to set them free,
( s$ e# v8 W) tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' v, ]/ y$ S9 F; f8 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & u+ B1 ~6 ^4 f" J- s9 U, }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 X; H3 E* }' h7 e- y3 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , F! h9 j- F. |) x1 G5 k U3 P/ u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 C. H( ~0 J5 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( F7 h- N7 Q+ f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 d; S4 |; W# S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ p2 _& S2 k$ U" x9 U1 w6 ?' cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 B+ N# n8 L+ j: c' J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + `0 z% _3 u6 h4 h$ h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: q9 Q5 u7 S" Q/ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 S1 p, T) K' A) _1 S8 I9 E3 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ D* F, g- V! \! l5 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. @/ g- W: T: O9 _6 i4 P& Q
3 l7 c* D- t# t4 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( e/ C* R+ a; E% @+ V5 i% X: pHow you suffered for you sanity,, b. f* R6 e& j& W
How you tried to set them free, + i1 J3 G& d2 u4 p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ l9 G: d$ D2 SPerhaps they never will. |
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