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! X2 z M6 I! R& Y DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' T$ [: V0 S( x8 k3 b% y2 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; J/ }% Z' g6 v$ t) ^/ N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. \, e8 g, i0 b8 o" P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' }8 G/ c! v. j7 Y% Z+ PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 Z4 h+ t) d( G5 h% d" |( E1 L3 [How you suffered for you sanity,
$ }0 w. j7 r, p; U. ?1 Z9 z) P: K8 VHow you tried to set them free,
0 u! u. @# t' c9 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' k( x: H- |3 u6 r; }3 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) V- X' b% j8 {3 r) E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : L5 A- j! n* U" p; t- L8 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 ~1 h; L1 d7 x- s( H! b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" E5 Z& V. T2 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ o0 W* ^0 V5 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 @$ B3 r, i/ x7 V8 v- g( |. b( ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, + H8 C) N! H1 \" m" @1 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 t8 f, ]) u: k1 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- E T6 N" x$ e7 n2 Z; W$ JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 d: [9 e6 l; a4 X. h2 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; H9 V1 h5 T! U8 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . R# I9 D/ c, ?- h5 O8 w2 N. W
4 G% L+ |& Z' @5 M3 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 J: F/ d# y' x* c
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 K3 Z- v3 J& P5 SHow you tried to set them free, , u3 R" u; ^ L9 b+ f, @
They would not listen they're not listening still, , T- A, E9 \$ D% o7 v; g9 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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