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o) N( z5 @ a# f( _) a" OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 m M9 k% H/ L7 a' J- W- ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, a8 c& I) o) {) E' L- e% u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 C' f5 s" `; | \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 Z# R% Q' F% ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,- W& ?1 u# ]5 ~4 S7 c
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 M% e4 N6 o1 _0 d& W
How you tried to set them free, * X5 C- d, p, [+ D+ i N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! |9 n% P/ g; zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , r, M% i2 s3 z$ r: Y/ ^4 `1 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ `4 V2 R' x9 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & ~# K" E$ d4 M8 f9 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: R. n! \* h, j8 A2 T% VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( b7 x, Y7 r) U; } `, f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ], Z9 o7 X) E/ R" C" d6 P4 Z b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : e; ~1 s# Q; ~# n i! Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 z8 F- q9 R' j, D" ? s' r: b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; D, O6 e5 ^. R% Z/ R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 m- v3 @- U. H Z9 J4 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 A* }. _. k( z! N# gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 W3 O a4 w0 E, o& C& @9 k) Q2 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! u6 d- b4 q2 c2 j; {. A8 w6 p
( y' K$ Z) M: DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 R* z7 P; K+ G$ w# C ^; tHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ W! L; d" ~7 G0 I6 x9 h, U+ D' }How you tried to set them free,
& Z0 Z* X, j; V" [4 ^0 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 ]9 }- v- d. i: q: U; B1 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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