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) h8 ?$ u$ E) C" t% _% {. A8 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 y% q/ q! D3 t1 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 n* j" f6 w! [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) g5 w1 M! T/ OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 p# l( O) n7 S# O: w. ^ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Z6 W: h+ I/ XHow you suffered for you sanity, " e' J8 b' H2 y8 a
How you tried to set them free, 5 B" k) z3 f9 H0 \' P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 t5 g7 d/ O6 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 W5 l/ W) T, j% V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) A* C& m1 c2 s" G0 r7 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - n9 B3 E. t3 M) E! N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 t+ l( K" x+ B$ t1 i! QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# u' B" ~( v* }% p% j+ ~. wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 [1 P1 ^5 u1 J+ k/ w8 e. m$ z) ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 I9 P2 g$ V) d! M& `
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 g& }% m3 x& K1 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 F+ T4 z+ E9 |" C+ s0 ]7 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 u) s5 b: O, m) A gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! b( _% @& e9 I7 Q y4 d6 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ w) F( M9 k8 D+ |( R/ ~6 `5 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 H( f( m. b& _: v6 m* S* dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & S8 w, D# }/ | @1 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
( \* l* T; C$ G# t9 J# IHow you tried to set them free,
1 H! Z1 _9 ]( D' b3 s9 `They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 m* p! o! H- e" D- @Perhaps they never will. |
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