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9 ~( m! W+ `0 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ]# _1 g3 o: r' C+ k6 k. s+ p2 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 t o! I- C! B6 }$ Z" pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 f! E5 i1 T% X3 ?6 h( ~0 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ M- n$ N: K5 h# F JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. i1 c0 t+ ] [+ K: {4 F+ Z! q
How you suffered for you sanity,
- P3 Q& w/ L" t0 h: b' c }& hHow you tried to set them free, ' q& z% ?0 ~( Z1 F0 U6 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! N& ^! W5 n9 _ K0 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 w) Y% M4 `, d3 o+ M! }2 `1 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' ], ?8 v% e2 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 a6 s* j% V6 F% x$ B* G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 ]( Q& F# F: p/ h0 v3 R( T' rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& l9 m" R1 N5 i0 a. F8 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " p6 m( Q# o: A& T8 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 {$ O {3 N2 u, ~! HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! R1 _. U o! q. W6 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 J9 O$ M" B$ r+ Q0 J. F6 Y* C mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 l2 O! e& L) ~7 i# DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . k$ T0 K S) b# W1 v+ G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : g& k3 t* f: ~) h6 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , p2 U3 j0 K# s. B. N
9 v& h. D% _( yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : z1 r7 s1 u$ V" O; B3 T9 R& ^
How you suffered for you sanity,2 c0 g$ J0 S0 J) }2 K0 E2 t& Y! k, X
How you tried to set them free,
/ D- y) l1 T: e! L, vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 X3 p1 l& z0 c6 ^- J* e- @- N* kPerhaps they never will. |
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