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) g( {8 H) J& E/ [1 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + o& g0 ^# J* A/ @7 K( e$ v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ c7 U& @0 r G( z: fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# h: d( m6 d" I+ O- W# k9 R! d" }% H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* r& {$ N& [4 \' `5 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, m7 f: t* K5 _6 K, u: `+ N W# X
How you suffered for you sanity, b3 s! R$ y; F/ B0 X
How you tried to set them free,
: C ^+ D6 _, |3 {/ i; [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - W- z, d. v) i9 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 L% ]& U+ M: U$ A4 X3 p. JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 f* e9 x* t; G5 t& K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " f% Q% n2 f* S3 k% J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 i9 g7 `5 P9 z8 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 Q" Z( P& s+ _7 e2 L# M) G$ A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* T) H1 u( G; A m9 f- iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; U3 ]% n6 w* R# Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, " B, l& U# K' F) r" _6 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
D; M$ \6 p- h QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 H/ U) K- _: Y* [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 {# R8 v+ |- p9 h; B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 E; |1 U* B: z6 ?( m
+ k2 n7 Q5 h8 u% A+ k! t6 J# iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) O9 }6 H4 h" r
How you suffered for you sanity,5 k2 v8 K5 V1 {/ `
How you tried to set them free,
/ f/ w5 U9 G5 g& D+ uThey would not listen they're not listening still, & V- q# i t$ \
Perhaps they never will. |
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