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) g9 s( m' I/ J- P& I* v7 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 O: r8 G$ H8 D. C7 O, I1 I3 d" {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 I! ?. @$ D9 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ u% u, J1 h7 p+ g; x, k ?. o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
z. K9 l% Y0 X& I, XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( V, o9 m$ y0 \) p
How you suffered for you sanity,
! x: Y( l4 ~" I, V9 l& OHow you tried to set them free, & s2 e9 O% V: E$ y, \% i9 @5 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! Z6 {/ @5 m2 I9 F5 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" U6 p, z8 z8 a3 ~& I5 l+ \6 \* oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * T* _$ C4 |) O4 b) h3 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / H6 B9 ~9 ]. Q# w) p- r
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,
2 ]5 t" L: u9 W, w+ k. [' R4 ?9 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * y" K8 k' S1 Y8 x/ e/ x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! P! L1 y1 G7 ?+ |3 W9 bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ?7 i Z0 v+ d" t7 Q, y# @, {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. u/ U& f! x; G+ m! H) f" i ~3 U% z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 w8 c* [; a) u+ K2 p) v- ~, p- CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* f- e& Q7 ^+ zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 K ]& _7 L' o+ t3 `+ B. y8 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 z3 o0 j d) m' `4 M; Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& J# U+ O( D8 z5 k5 B# {, ?How you suffered for you sanity,
$ N+ B7 U$ o- J+ x2 p# a6 u [How you tried to set them free,
# R$ y9 X' w9 x! d& h7 J3 W) JThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) U2 e' p1 w" a
Perhaps they never will. |
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