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8 {; U6 b" @2 Q$ }$ FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 M6 X1 _/ S7 f6 i v/ v3 `& X' M$ S d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & m" Q. N+ ] t4 Z4 H* \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ^6 j& a }% a6 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 x" f8 `, d3 ]+ e4 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ w# D: `- {0 O# p# k( d2 T& THow you suffered for you sanity,
+ _" B* i; o' A4 e- kHow you tried to set them free,
6 I3 [8 G* @7 h% \% D& @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . f; t$ b1 V! `# ]2 y7 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& t: V5 H s. l( d( ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 h! v7 i, A7 \) U- P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : i7 T7 B2 |# r s! D4 s$ }2 d, t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 g. z4 z9 T( e: S/ I" H+ n2 I9 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % f/ U5 O8 f; r, T, i; O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; j8 t( i. S7 W" }, z1 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, _6 ]2 v' X+ R/ pBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( W' e$ Y6 l3 T/ E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% `# j8 _1 |, l8 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ?: ~% A8 x, j! i$ ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 @0 D7 z+ l, r7 @" pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 u- C; |1 P6 o+ H: \( G
- M- p g5 L9 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 P/ x7 J3 A# aHow you suffered for you sanity,
" L. k1 S7 T% c% ^! MHow you tried to set them free, $ m. B; a9 z) s& B
They would not listen they're not listening still, + F& O( a" a# a1 e, c& T4 N6 p1 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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