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) r( }5 n4 K5 ^* ^3 p KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* y* N. Z% a" O, _. QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 A' e7 p5 A' ?* u8 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' p) M3 J$ |6 W1 A }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& r6 x3 ~) o1 o# l6 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 U) k) Q4 F7 k* b1 YHow you suffered for you sanity, % Q. h& ^* s+ s. n1 V
How you tried to set them free, # n0 u T% \5 _" {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / F; l" t/ h H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ [; m# Q4 Y; e" @6 X+ l cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / N- D8 s6 r! q( Z* O9 ~/ I8 d5 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ m* C1 A! K$ T# Y! o1 }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, 6 g* {9 V$ b" ` b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' N. t1 B; w6 C# X3 t/ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # x ^, G8 N' `$ |) y2 d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: J: M& l; _$ a3 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' [" K6 _0 i- h; y% X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 L) z# g0 }- S) g& M8 j. _. }! W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : a: E0 e4 r' Q6 Y5 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
O6 C* |" v3 {- i* n' o% VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 q, W' J* t( ^' m- w; R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) E0 p5 \( W0 F# z6 [) ^) }/ k2 R5 a
How you suffered for you sanity,7 s- q1 M9 H( J7 o
How you tried to set them free, & v( I: F5 h% Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 [! {1 c+ D9 ~$ c, T' X9 @Perhaps they never will. |
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