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7 x; U6 s) J# G* rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* K+ p/ x, Y VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 M7 [ H) C9 z6 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- K9 V1 F" R) P7 q$ C# W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # f, U F5 M E1 J7 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 J$ X0 T' {& F, T% s
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 O) w) K/ V0 i0 t9 I
How you tried to set them free, 9 ~: c1 g5 S- n( C0 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " E% z0 K5 }' M4 O% p: W: G8 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 H' z" ]" r) o0 O- ~4 m* rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / B1 F5 e p6 F9 T3 \2 K/ s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 h/ _3 f" G$ O7 o4 Z; UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ G: ~6 H' d" Z' _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" Y2 F+ O1 F' l: kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: Y2 s) W% E" j2 G, y" w- m* bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 J1 w3 U5 M1 c2 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, : ?1 j2 X. P" g% Q) }* A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 E5 m4 r, j: e+ w. \: iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; ~. I0 q9 J- p2 m0 N) W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 S3 ~0 u' n% y$ Z/ RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - P* ]9 T( [9 }8 ]/ H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! z: T. Y. W8 e- W* G& l# v
9 D P7 O* o1 r4 w& iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 D4 C/ Z0 I& e# u$ Y6 eHow you suffered for you sanity,7 u3 @; Z" p1 l1 G
How you tried to set them free, " n- \4 Z, x$ p( f% t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 R0 J5 F* i7 t7 hPerhaps they never will. |
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