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. M- X% R; E$ d3 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : t7 F! M8 N! V2 B. h6 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& N% |* P9 j) R2 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! X# I- ?# R2 ^6 w0 J2 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* k. U S4 B7 a* nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 u( h! N1 V8 R7 f; ]How you suffered for you sanity,
( O! T5 u; g) |( J9 f. fHow you tried to set them free, & w1 j$ \/ @6 ^: F4 W) o& N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
u5 E7 X) R! _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ q$ B( ?) b" U& jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # L+ t* Y# Y9 x- ?! V9 j0 R2 I2 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - q* q! I- x7 L* T& d- \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 {% d8 s H* X1 T9 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 O8 p9 G( Y* f! IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 s2 C1 j9 \1 ~3 j7 J, Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / K& u% v. d9 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, # q/ X- @7 H) D# b5 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' ]5 w% a' z- d% K MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 H, y2 |: K% M X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 o% n5 c4 Y, ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 }5 q4 X) Y1 {$ z1 N0 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 f6 }, d T# c/ h! g5 K8 N
1 Q) Z# J3 Y% v: e7 b) PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 a; E. }0 c* u+ QHow you suffered for you sanity,
( m4 v8 }4 _3 r- yHow you tried to set them free, + x7 ?/ d: w9 N7 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; I. S; q- y+ f/ Y u4 P! g
Perhaps they never will. |
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