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* e* k$ G' E" A" g( V Y# c( I1 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * q/ P9 o' V5 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 e' R5 F& K o3 F' {2 j( j. z- ~1 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ `/ B Z3 C* w9 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : f0 K' o& \ a& |: C T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 }! R E4 T+ y3 j) s- H& K
How you suffered for you sanity,
& ^4 |& O( b, N/ ?( yHow you tried to set them free, 9 t5 ^8 M, Z/ y+ ~5 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. h+ T0 I' Y2 o8 g0 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ]3 z( M2 f$ j0 e. {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 p/ c, R8 M$ |$ Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 _9 B: U1 q% {; D7 P8 K+ I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 O0 f; @' Y2 u) f: l6 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # q; R! v% \/ G T' T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * A: q+ Y$ G- k/ v4 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& ]* o5 `. W% T' PBut I could have told you, Vincent, / D( e- N" R+ j+ e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , n2 G* L& z9 Z7 }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : f8 M; u- d/ { e) d" l) h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. l0 o5 I# O: N' W7 u- T% T+ z& dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 B( L6 @9 N) G( _3 _6 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * `- b8 ^% @1 F6 {' v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 t: F6 [+ p- L8 V, C, k
How you suffered for you sanity,
) `3 |! C) S/ F' C3 T. UHow you tried to set them free, ; A% S2 }' B( O! E; J: m( S# ~* b0 z* M
They would not listen they're not listening still, * R% N+ F) N: T1 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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