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6 q: z0 c: {+ j8 d9 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 F! A; U8 w S1 _% L3 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 V: X# h; c6 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- m9 ?: q; ]8 |, sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 A, x! ]3 R, k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! x$ X/ W0 w; ?( Y& oHow you suffered for you sanity,
; b9 u3 b+ ~1 `6 PHow you tried to set them free, " U4 }9 v. J& a; D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - k1 }9 X1 A) O0 x- q0 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: }* C1 G! Z0 i# USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 B$ Q. [7 X, ~# I7 I Y* _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" x! Z; h P: O1 C" nWeathered 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,
( r8 |2 c- U& j: @$ k# [0 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 [- t0 i- U6 D- J9 o1 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 h: M U4 u" C& ^: n: UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 U) J: v1 [" h5 A- N# `) @. O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 x* }" q* R: J T2 H0 k! k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' l2 Q6 w, y; V5 Q+ x7 i$ u# O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 a3 H( A9 T1 `8 W% k0 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* B" F3 Y4 i9 M8 A* |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # A" h8 ^; y2 B& w+ W" w, v$ p- I
How you suffered for you sanity,
! U' K6 J, @( I2 yHow you tried to set them free, 5 `0 f3 }, Y v/ b, ]# g
They would not listen they're not listening still, " Z7 d" _4 ?, H6 m. W' i& {
Perhaps they never will. |
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