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* z4 |/ z, f/ L/ mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 B) l4 H$ u$ K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 Y9 v1 @7 K o1 V' l& }$ p% |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ Q, A) R0 I8 R* d, ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 N# l8 r" a% p5 c. ~: ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 b( V0 k7 F5 Y/ P& e3 Y# Z+ XHow you suffered for you sanity, + F% Q: f4 H# s4 Z6 d2 D: J
How you tried to set them free, ! Y- A# a2 F" n; a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ h7 O1 y8 h0 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
^# Y9 b( ^5 H! U3 o' uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% r/ {9 r# F' R9 Z t4 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
o" w+ V$ e; LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : t8 f3 m: i2 n) A* m$ D" E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & b, C$ W1 _- d$ {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , h1 r2 S* `+ w7 a4 H5 n1 b8 {, C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, L1 {9 Z- m/ d0 _% nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 e u' X! }+ |8 b) R6 }2 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 D9 w) F) F( L5 J1 ~, y5 Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
h! F& U& s+ [' e8 ?# O) `6 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * T% }2 C3 d- \ M K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % J6 ^$ @, f" M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 E j; |( U- W$ S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: H o$ q! B* v" ]How you suffered for you sanity,
9 E$ k$ u9 a. \0 \* V3 I' }How you tried to set them free,
. Y- g" d9 f) gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
M" W+ O1 d1 D' kPerhaps they never will. |
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