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1 e+ \# B3 x0 i. B7 p/ yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # T: u/ y% k% Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 \' Y! A# J5 @* D0 Q& MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; v* p& ^" D! JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " z+ L+ _& E1 @: @& o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& Z) [" V% w7 R8 t5 w" `
How you suffered for you sanity,
" j/ K% V* `- T# r7 h7 D! ?+ eHow you tried to set them free, # ?. w& m; A. r: ^# }+ m* Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 k+ \7 x0 c9 m3 k% N2 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Z& N8 |1 h- ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% }& [" u$ E- N+ l( D: w, F, YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 o7 i3 |2 h3 B5 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , K5 X2 `( S$ L/ N8 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ V; T: k( D, \! G8 {8 L2 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 z' _" s) \2 D9 t, @5 o! k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ a H2 v2 T3 v& H2 l" c/ o6 r9 GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 N" m+ u1 R' a8 g+ q5 p* N) YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % h0 w* ~ A4 K+ [6 j. Q2 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ j$ k* D% G; x2 V! i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 p3 w7 b! V( q5 l2 v. q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' I6 \' Y5 e7 |, x( f
5 d- q9 V7 j8 Z9 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 j+ `! R, A H( M# B+ s( J. o; UHow you suffered for you sanity,! ~" z) r4 j! r: s, d- R+ |# Z, c
How you tried to set them free, # m' t L! ]5 k/ v" X) r4 S$ q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( w. K/ F$ D9 T# F z/ ^, G
Perhaps they never will. |
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