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N& y0 D; I8 m5 [4 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; Q9 K- `- |- w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 ~0 z* N, f: Y& pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 i! Q4 _' k4 y q/ v/ VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
e0 }. X' [# aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# K- Y$ x4 \" E8 _How you suffered for you sanity, 2 p3 S1 R+ M+ m8 U: |6 x
How you tried to set them free,
5 ]' Y& k( r' W1 \$ i: rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 G0 I. F" i+ o @0 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 m; ^3 f( ?8 Q" C$ zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ X. M0 J* |/ C/ U) h9 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( L2 _) e# z y* T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 [) l8 \& t0 L h. U& F/ O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 N' H6 u7 h4 E0 X e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' m6 O) Z$ h8 `5 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 Y9 E7 S. E# V VBut I could have told you, Vincent, . @& Y2 K" q: c6 v& F8 B- T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" q/ [$ c: q: C% D0 T! q2 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. t; K% O5 {2 T d4 O* uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ p' k+ c1 P1 w+ U% T, WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ n; L% k$ u3 G( O, [ F+ VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 i. r4 l! P) H3 X. ^" I' kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, t, s' x2 d6 F5 I- l2 G9 f5 h
How you suffered for you sanity,, c- q- W f4 F. {
How you tried to set them free, " S: t6 n: P) Y }" e3 ^7 ?0 }( q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 H7 y0 z1 D3 N# i; B3 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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