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3 c) h# ^/ o& Q4 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 M' `) x1 W# d2 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, I$ ^+ l9 o) ]; a% T2 o5 s5 S' |+ w: X$ RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 a. W7 h; ^& |9 N* k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. B- Q0 d# E, \: e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) Z, D% ?/ y# a% [4 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 b x: Q" ]% _& {9 oHow you tried to set them free,
# d; o* ?+ H* x& iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ^8 a! ~9 b$ z+ O/ W0 X& e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) c( Q' Q: @: x; x6 s QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 z& Z' m+ A3 v. o$ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% m( N% ^7 [& b# N, G/ KWeathered 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,
! p# K: z0 ~, i* e9 l1 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 u4 R' O Y6 G9 b9 j% T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 K$ y) B( ~- n- Q* F' z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. K2 M6 O8 G1 L% d }% xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& t% Y5 |; E. gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* ?1 h0 B/ G$ t' p5 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# j% i- }! d. O( QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & f( c, @* Q2 I" A
! @! _1 g' R. L# G1 C4 z4 f& MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 K5 F/ Y7 s: o7 {9 }' v4 N
How you suffered for you sanity,* A' P" g) Y9 o' I# E
How you tried to set them free,
1 Y. q- M; P8 t# X( mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 R- c4 M5 J6 z6 b# `9 rPerhaps they never will. |
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