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" m, E! Q+ ]' E- _ G! E2 x( F3 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 c& E8 I `+ t5 h$ K- u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 @3 o+ O; b5 }1 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) `8 M W5 i" H- x4 f! m |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
w$ _" y5 G. {. \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; r. v0 \9 A" U1 ?- \$ f; f2 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 l: ^" g) ?2 I+ kHow you tried to set them free,
- h6 g$ P; x' YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 [5 r1 ?, ]7 m- M5 A' mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 e' M7 h! r6 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' \/ l7 }: C3 c7 j6 R( fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
t2 B* S% W( I( G) lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # ^* g6 y9 D& j! {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 K, E- V6 H q& l# l! z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 \8 R5 \' x) ^4 v% K+ k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 S% F r8 ?, X2 r5 ?" m- ]' W) WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! I; U( D7 f1 {) b8 D5 u' U( t+ w8 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * U0 G! z& {9 O8 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: h. K7 V, S4 h6 ~/ M- `9 ?! GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 i% i: r, r/ Q$ G9 |1 i3 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' b9 Z0 E9 w4 P3 r! V. nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 G, m' C" K J1 e. v+ ~How you suffered for you sanity,1 l9 J# m# A# m1 t& y. _$ X, J
How you tried to set them free, 7 ~; ]: ~( L$ C
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ r4 \0 ^" Z/ B' C3 U+ p( ]: X' {
Perhaps they never will. |
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