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7 r* [- U( o5 I/ u0 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 f- k _( m3 `! y+ Y- F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 U3 G. y. z6 v+ I9 `. G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, t' U$ _! y+ a( ?* z; v! n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! n# ~3 R4 D7 \0 U. PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
i4 }1 Q3 T8 v( Z0 l2 a& uHow you suffered for you sanity,
F' c% M4 w6 M6 h: Z, {+ r/ m4 ]How you tried to set them free,
1 i% k- U% @2 a% Q) bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 g' O$ L/ T4 T% a/ zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ p7 Y- d' G' J" m! c- ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
g( E! A! m8 c- k) c/ T9 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 y! h7 L, l1 c# HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / Y3 u9 i/ ^7 O; k* K* c0 r& m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 R# J+ i4 @' J1 I) J, m9 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) |* A/ ^. d9 a) d( u! K M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; [) w) c2 Z% q5 H* u1 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( i% X, a# ~$ e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ ]& `) k) y) l/ G6 _, bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 f' W* w# t. A, D1 ^8 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % B+ q# V7 A6 k7 d& u( e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 O9 K) e9 Q) b1 a1 @! n, s3 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) g8 r, C; A1 Y5 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 F3 N! m9 Y( L2 z! Y% rHow you suffered for you sanity," o3 e8 C- q, V: p# l }
How you tried to set them free, ( X# v. X4 p( O; C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 t1 O4 x$ Q; Z. `: t! l7 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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