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& l' d4 T* C. t8 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: [2 B; m! `9 n2 e2 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 A: p- ~6 h* b9 {4 S$ q6 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( F) _: X" w7 N7 n' ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, s8 K- Y: w/ k8 Z* c- XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( w$ i, |- l+ a1 T' T$ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
. n8 L# Q% y5 y+ a. }( W5 \# vHow you tried to set them free, 4 i* o4 [# S; x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! l7 ~* J, `" x5 B/ Z1 a4 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! P6 W0 ~( \; G8 P9 V" x K& e$ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 }) j/ V" _6 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 W: E; D, {! I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - Y/ b& a4 ]) k. }( e$ i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" d7 M, B$ o$ B# X# u" gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " u( N! E1 w$ C( Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* E8 M6 q% c4 ?4 q8 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ q" F' c e- ?8 Q5 \ d* z9 c1 v, ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & r" B$ ?+ G8 K. n3 p) h% E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 m1 j+ ]! p0 x7 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " [0 e9 |" a& B( b* v7 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* A, S0 x% j1 p( hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
5 [' h( U. x" |8 g4 O8 K0 X# r9 k& i; E! ?) W* }
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 H" I5 M" i7 E( fHow you suffered for you sanity,' @" y" Q; _- [( d* i3 P S
How you tried to set them free, 9 M: q$ O$ p1 y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 u! k, W W" T$ j7 k, [( p/ ~Perhaps they never will. |
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