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5 S3 a; B/ ^' T6 w$ D+ yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 j* C) u' O# j' O; J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; P2 F0 Y6 V/ ^$ h. G; E7 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 M7 z: M& i; g6 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 [1 Z/ v2 x B' M' H7 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' G2 `3 R9 X! I1 p: r% B
How you suffered for you sanity,
. U7 K# n N) K6 W4 S8 l% XHow you tried to set them free, , K% s, ?$ C1 g( B7 s% x: k7 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 x0 `1 o) g/ o9 I2 O+ sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . I7 f3 S1 C. O/ R% }) Z. f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* k5 F0 g T( x( t( rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + Z% x1 _3 @$ d8 O9 d7 t$ B+ w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) e% f4 R- h8 U0 }& W9 ?. @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 n# c$ c8 p$ r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- S6 I& w/ L: f# @You took your life as lovers ofter do, + W( }- ?% p# k+ q# y6 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, / c2 ?4 ^0 F4 j: R# M- A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 q \2 D& [9 A, }/ DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' C& f& }% A6 T. R# m: VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( I5 z, y. s; }8 }& n$ m/ z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 Y0 t4 O7 Z( s1 q# h& e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" H: U, Y7 p' V) g: r' I1 N! [& CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ z/ y6 ^! h$ m2 yHow you suffered for you sanity,/ I* j/ z, {3 y: O" Z
How you tried to set them free,
f- H5 T# E) c+ r1 \They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 t6 j7 A4 P2 u6 ^0 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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