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# s2 A- V( y1 u( R) yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ^. ]2 s, w8 S/ t' K3 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, E$ W# Q% x' K. g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, O" V; m. |1 J# z% u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( v, \* o% q+ G# ~! k0 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 ?* F( L/ `+ O+ N7 K6 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 m0 A, x5 b% \/ B3 N7 H0 |% E: zHow you tried to set them free,
2 R, ?' M$ r4 N, q' d, hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / s3 ~/ M2 a8 v" c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 R, @. u9 a1 Q! O8 Z8 C r1 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 |5 f' F( |+ q3 Q0 H8 }9 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 f/ d9 J' f) v+ x2 \5 a$ FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 X5 E1 z4 w5 r1 j. V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % X. G) K2 F, ]: l" I# V ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , i J6 A! z$ ~1 X/ C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( |( l% c V+ E; E5 M7 ]4 Y! o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 b8 o( ?* B& [3 k' ^) a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 L+ H, D; T/ H& l
2 c. O- |) C& f* t1 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 W6 h4 B2 P* p) B2 L7 _, p9 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' q, j% b5 S f9 P2 d1 j# t2 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ]1 B6 @# X! c0 g! @( _2 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. O$ K( v5 ~: d9 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : W: @5 k: U9 e. y$ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
" W4 v+ I/ s9 @$ J c7 }How you tried to set them free,
6 M% P% O Q( b( HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: g, }# ~) a2 Y3 tPerhaps they never will. |
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