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5 J& e! Y, _3 z! mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , \ U4 I0 Q/ C; G5 b; T0 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: Q1 s$ c; |9 u v% J nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- \ X) m& n. wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : A- ?$ ^8 V6 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ q; B/ F$ r$ D% r
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 Q' }" W/ Q/ H3 A0 q' w- g0 d3 K
How you tried to set them free,
% N# y- h3 l$ V) C5 T* A2 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % y4 I5 h3 ^/ R0 p: M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , P3 R" W3 B) `7 M. U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % X7 H5 _) W: K! q1 M' ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 e% ]5 j' N7 q6 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 j. R7 [5 f, o9 h0 S7 r" qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* c9 T' v3 E% ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) Q6 l# q/ w: ^' h: Q9 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- X# _* ^ t+ E0 u* e* [But I could have told you, Vincent, ' k( e1 H+ A. L/ J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ p6 I$ {; E7 @- ^. Y j! G0 Q7 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - d& I- H6 E' [, \6 M0 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 {& w" F2 I6 R/ L% aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 P P- ~1 i3 q( y8 d z sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 A7 x( d2 }* K/ b1 N! g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 ]- H7 A7 L9 _7 V7 [2 n3 }4 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
) |* H0 P$ N0 }0 m4 \3 J: c2 AHow you tried to set them free, ( n9 j5 r$ A% w' n" V I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 s& ^7 }5 G' E' M% ZPerhaps they never will. |
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