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9 H1 x' Q& }% m8 B- w! dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: B1 n. ]( f9 d& h# N4 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- y: r) f1 A5 S% O8 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( W6 S4 m, M( R, z: k) }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % L/ ?9 ]/ N& t" P/ @1 Y1 }/ E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* B$ H( X% f! Q% F R" eHow you suffered for you sanity, % d7 s; t: x9 |. o2 H# q# f
How you tried to set them free, . P# q) t: ]( L d$ X/ c& m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) K+ v0 h; p$ _$ o# a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* U' H; O+ L9 B3 k; G; f" j/ b2 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 T0 O F7 v) H) f' RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . _2 {% X# B1 z2 C/ l! @* O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' m2 w i' K5 k s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ H- S! @0 Z9 y o3 M/ _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . G7 }/ v- D; w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 D3 f4 q0 \) A8 g ^; HBut I could have told you, Vincent, / H4 f; p# M8 X3 I9 t* M* L) G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : k1 g: l" s( { h3 y. q9 J3 d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 R, y0 v; \- F1 ]# k8 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% O4 ]6 L: A/ @" @9 u5 p! V# {# xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, V. y+ f) f; K, @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 ]- M: ]6 o& [0 d9 L. o! j6 e: h5 A
. d: o& l4 v9 z5 b7 s! DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 q) I" i# i* n' H) M2 ?" _3 a ?How you suffered for you sanity,
9 p5 [0 E0 N) i) I$ H- }3 K' e, xHow you tried to set them free,
: B/ R" y' E/ S, S1 x! t/ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 m( }) w9 m! P0 p# DPerhaps they never will. |
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