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' C( k! y3 P+ i! J4 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ^. q2 i/ R. K# l: @, b# eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & C- _& e0 O, {! {; f# H% @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 I. }, E* w4 E5 j8 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . R& f3 P- t8 T/ M2 k0 O6 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& g/ t6 T5 H1 R( F6 W1 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
' Z9 R- M7 d3 K, RHow you tried to set them free,
/ k4 ?" s$ r% p5 j$ ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. D9 l$ n# U: M9 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ?- u3 W% b( j" {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : Z+ k' F- K7 v6 ^$ v: A. i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 C. n2 M1 y4 u- t- X
Weathered 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, + G b% v6 ?: k2 U) V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ?7 i" X. i4 b- X2 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " K Y3 W* H( }! V" Z9 }# q$ {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" X; y/ d8 q9 [- f! @7 t @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 s! R+ j) J( Q7 l, Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . ^; v2 O" j5 F) i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 D$ U8 v* A7 c* p; n( i+ g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ^2 M! o# P2 k3 |8 p* c! m( b
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,
' J5 t) b4 N0 w0 ?( S1 SHow you suffered for you sanity,( R4 }! X3 }6 s/ A( ]% f/ \; j
How you tried to set them free, & P- C$ l" q$ d( U9 I$ z9 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 l* ~* ^6 q* ^; W
Perhaps they never will. |
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