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5 D5 `0 n! c) vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, R9 I. ?0 \3 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% k2 a% _# g6 V. @- cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ?7 y, w+ J- B8 Z4 }* n2 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - U, k6 @ H# g4 Z$ b/ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) c& O+ U B9 U% i+ f' k, w
How you suffered for you sanity,
' [3 ^4 [6 o9 T& I, |" M# xHow you tried to set them free,
4 B# [* C: _" E% G5 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : S" q' ]+ ?) S4 ]. V" Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 X+ n3 z2 j4 s o1 a! F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & K% |! w6 q+ b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 k3 a% C" z, j1 z( A" K" h% _/ ]% F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' i+ Q& n$ r( x$ A8 y
; b1 l* |6 C+ o& u6 {1 k. ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 S* X+ {4 D4 U- l( }4 `) |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) H7 |/ ?2 @1 r! Y1 v8 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 H- q* @( [; z& H& R! d, e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' k& X+ S, K5 O( h hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% J' J& D2 W- a# @# Z: B& o6 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( t7 ^8 `1 O4 l) \ H/ gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 K" ?; f$ z/ ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . F" A2 }8 o# ]" r {4 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / D$ v+ l: R. U3 q: X. ?6 M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - R( x' M/ |; t u: ]0 T# k
How you suffered for you sanity,* F& l5 I% H. x8 r J
How you tried to set them free,
/ p: ?- V* A; c: ^, \9 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 ^% e/ Z% _$ d" S2 @8 S& D
Perhaps they never will. |
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