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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 c8 r2 @6 t* j: b+ }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 H# ^# J' q6 r0 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" N" e8 T# B" RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 s" \% `$ w. O' h2 \3 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, D. _5 M+ R5 C8 a2 z) z, B J3 zHow you suffered for you sanity, # ?9 Y6 j' q; h; p6 T0 H) S: ~
How you tried to set them free,
$ p5 f' l0 W. n G) m/ K7 V6 u/ kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. Z" y% b3 ~# F& ]. lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* e& z$ [) m& I) ?* m$ Q3 Z% S: FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 h7 G9 x2 Q/ FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 `' K6 K3 E* ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 D3 @: G8 z) V3 l; p7 |2 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# H3 p/ K+ g! PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' X; o$ t' i! W0 q4 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 }# {# s. Y, E$ }$ UBut I could have told you, Vincent, N2 s2 H4 @% \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ~! l" K' n1 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ ~4 ~( e6 T, @, Q1 r! V" DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 ~, M% V1 ~( O ~1 ^% hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 i. p3 p- y+ l) |6 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # c6 m% a3 }( n# l2 D: ^
How you suffered for you sanity," ?5 ]7 U4 s* h% a
How you tried to set them free,
u, R- A/ ?. i( d& y9 H8 ]& MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 q2 _7 z) }' E" I
Perhaps they never will. |
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