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. x0 d" y+ k% sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) g' w! S6 m' {; ~+ Q! k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 u! [: X0 C: ]$ ?, I Q4 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 V- ?" m: p, N7 O# ?0 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # g$ s9 M# {: Y' M; |! r# R! n$ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 O4 k5 q: D. U @/ [) fHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 R3 C- z$ R3 c1 N# r7 W" n
How you tried to set them free, 0 p/ `) X: e" x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ a0 c9 _! K' o8 N4 u* U& HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! o, l6 V8 g- r1 y2 R4 T7 [/ [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& M6 o* c9 C# b# t$ N( M& nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# y4 m) v$ N; A4 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 p/ d8 a# ?, b; E! E1 j r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 [: J# K+ W" c- h" CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 m- u0 i7 M* F3 q* t& `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 i5 x- V) j7 f* `- r( y' x% HBut I could have told you, Vincent, & a% Y6 ?7 Z+ \( q- Q4 F- c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; A% ]9 q* K, ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ Z0 a" J1 W& _- X5 c, j6 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + @3 K; A0 ]' W- l( r9 g0 c& v( j8 ^ l9 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ t1 k8 k; e7 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 |* v8 X2 i& L* ]5 V/ M" ^/ sHow you suffered for you sanity,* |3 `/ n' @" E8 a. z6 |, w2 V
How you tried to set them free,
% E' P- [$ k" pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; s4 B7 e# P2 l2 B, NPerhaps they never will. |
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