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4 X, k# |2 ?0 s! fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + R. y' ? I( X6 A6 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# H3 m) c. T2 o: i; d% VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; @+ D/ p2 l6 R# Y' y& tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 n/ M: O* p, X: W/ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, J2 v2 \; z( ~ |2 R) U
How you suffered for you sanity, ) u" d. }6 T: h& [' C" n
How you tried to set them free, 9 ^7 l! D* M6 P6 T8 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * [) G$ T/ j( {7 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 X% B" p1 W2 ~- \9 x+ R: [1 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 C+ G( x" x7 D* J- a J5 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- j* }- p7 |3 p, EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 I7 f( X# e) Z& T! }! M# }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & B( J0 o- C/ y% v- W# n: ~, E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : o( v' `& r& K8 E( n+ O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - e8 D. Z* J3 @0 |( F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 H1 ]' p0 F# X/ i8 J3 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 { H) s Q: o8 u H# h- FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 p9 ]7 l5 {: N) _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * U0 P( S8 ?+ {$ T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 O! }( ?, O6 r, pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: `# w( d7 H# Q+ t7 g2 u+ O( ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 H* n3 P. j8 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
& Q( h3 ?& M5 _How you tried to set them free, - h" T$ ]+ {! @# o, C
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; y" h/ {3 f& {( B
Perhaps they never will. |
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