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3 K/ a6 X$ [2 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 J; w% A, y4 B' p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 H+ Y* b0 q( }( N6 R C/ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," Z) o8 H4 b9 y W$ X; N; O# T! \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / J' V0 n- Q3 Y! D1 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, i. H* X; P0 N# L q+ h1 P( b
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 _3 r- _) V6 O6 h! [1 O: u5 t# r
How you tried to set them free,
. ?- z1 i f4 |; p) OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 n' s$ z5 o. R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) N$ d# `% J! Z- l3 [8 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 h! I- @3 ]4 f1 f7 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, B$ l- O) P& o8 `$ R& `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; H& R" S2 k0 W8 ~ n8 f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( G3 u1 Q _5 v; J0 ]& pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ V0 P- Y. {- P) L5 ] |6 }- [) S! w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ `6 R% L6 C3 ]3 @6 [& N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 E% C( E* V9 r: d8 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 X: G! U: g1 ^! EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) B( Y4 i- v' F2 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 Y0 p4 l9 y$ D9 }- `! H. b5 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' |1 f2 k% H4 |9 T! q. z
# E+ y7 Z/ V8 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 z9 P5 X7 C* I8 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ^: O4 I z) ^& [7 l6 j( VHow you tried to set them free, % M8 G- z7 m" z+ Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& @) k0 W! X' QPerhaps they never will. |
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