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# }' u4 ^* H) B- WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 J: e: b( l8 Y. L0 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % r& L7 o# d- e4 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; m: Q2 T, V9 h$ H( T6 i# B2 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ S+ K, b! j% t0 D: N2 e0 \8 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' I& x4 d+ v# _' [" S3 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 _7 B e& D8 F
How you tried to set them free, % R- S% s7 y5 E0 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # I2 U# x6 Y( [+ l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( q- @3 j$ {; OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " t9 v( C: g# R, l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! M( Y6 k. V( Q! _6 H- l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ V4 R, S4 [* a% K! U& ]
" E- c( u; j. X. YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % p0 A6 \' _& D% t. G; _9 y7 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 @) P! a- V3 A& }# I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! x& b/ t5 o. U/ q! F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 }2 g1 p6 o" ?5 B1 S. r, |0 J- TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 J" }5 D7 f* w. _/ f8 }: K6 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " `, k3 v" \4 n7 z0 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # Y( [6 v/ s5 ~9 i7 s) c2 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , {% O8 C7 E: {2 a
How you suffered for you sanity,4 ]; `1 u" |+ u) ~0 [
How you tried to set them free, # Z1 I' N" { `$ F. ?9 J& K+ c0 p
They would not listen they're not listening still, " Y# K- t0 j5 q" N+ w- n
Perhaps they never will. |
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