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/ y! ~& h# `' ^) {- H4 b' B1 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , `( O1 K% J+ M+ f9 p$ Y1 Y- z' l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" U8 w+ c: B2 P3 f3 E$ _: zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ B4 X" j5 J, U4 I! W/ X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + x9 [2 i, K9 \" h7 }. j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 B/ L0 H1 V1 O+ t: GHow you suffered for you sanity, ; h. z/ Z* V( b# J0 Z1 G# F" i
How you tried to set them free, 7 N# N/ V( t) d3 W$ c" v1 P; z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: V- n: Z& B* {' Q; h* D/ O. K$ t4 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 u: G0 f2 u7 ]5 \* N+ J7 a! s Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 V. A) R: x8 Z7 \$ x: |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 M8 q F: j( H- u8 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & \+ ~; G, D& x& \% _" ?, g0 [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , K* z; k' _8 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 s% P1 y6 h( E" @6 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 X8 _* O9 d) }' E8 o1 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 }* l& X/ C0 i% V( U$ Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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d" S) E; _- y5 {& s6 k3 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ o! b) U- T4 p- P. Q {+ M5 l+ rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- H7 M9 e0 e/ u0 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ W2 b% m5 _# ^0 s1 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) Y1 t3 C/ q9 i0 G G1 \6 v
: u! g$ \, t# v) m+ z7 b; c. p# WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 R& N3 z' L+ H/ o
How you suffered for you sanity,% B9 r% I# ~, f" Q& \" B) w& P
How you tried to set them free, : k9 q6 k* n; }; L( Z8 w
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 B2 p: I* h+ e
Perhaps they never will. |
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