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8 y) s: h1 m* g& T3 U3 f9 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 [ z% ^; w+ h6 O, g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- d. J! G9 j. r5 N* w( _' MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! i! s7 O4 U* f; uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Q1 [3 q: j9 e( R' v! |' GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& D) X1 H/ ` f" `How you suffered for you sanity, " E- g- R6 L. M+ t0 w" N9 n2 p
How you tried to set them free,
1 R% z; n& w# a8 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- i: o4 U& P0 J) d( r2 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 {2 \" g, w, p0 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" Z8 V1 D$ i! @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' R# ~( Q% T8 D1 A2 m5 \
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 O8 B4 Y) q- A9 d1 S4 m' Q8 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! h$ O4 |; u8 `" C1 a( U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 F& _! K5 u) k1 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ s2 y- Y& s/ q( @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 Q% p9 n% @& C( V6 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 U& a: w& S+ y! j& B9 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ~% s; x' K3 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 \% O# H1 s8 i2 x% r/ _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 N" |# Q+ e% F0 D3 O. W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# z4 q" w9 E5 e* {2 W; E; eHow you suffered for you sanity,
. a" l% x/ i4 t8 ?How you tried to set them free,
3 @1 y( w9 }( g+ N+ {: V7 NThey would not listen they're not listening still, % }( Y- |- `' t. ?/ U
Perhaps they never will. |
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