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# h( x( k; U, r; JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % `7 o3 g! i* F9 P2 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* c. N7 o' G: r3 x- tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: r& ^* e0 e+ I) u% O, R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 v, R0 o* [" c# s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
}4 G3 ]. m: i q0 u, {* `0 ]How you suffered for you sanity, 2 ^/ T0 e5 C" I* ]5 M* ^1 p
How you tried to set them free, ! H, p l* P$ r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; W. {. ^, @, z) ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ p. V: |$ I' S" Q1 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , G; Y& U$ p5 l5 e+ {( P0 G: q |0 \9 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) n8 g: d7 s* ]# |: M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * h4 [" O, q, {; w* I/ q Q5 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' P' I, [1 L9 I3 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- x; D' ]3 w) q9 o2 S, W" c bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) t0 f: X/ J7 p( `4 c& e9 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 U+ E) M5 Y9 C6 K/ s9 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ~" f. c M& H8 L& g& lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 y" |- a: m1 ]: N3 W: G* LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & {1 {2 D5 D+ b v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- [/ i% d; ]9 T5 I5 W$ H$ yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + M3 j; g. D0 l0 C! e# q4 V
$ q) }$ {1 n: k( M" j7 r( `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' P) S2 G+ D* F+ k" c
How you suffered for you sanity,. ^( {% O8 G8 n U
How you tried to set them free,
3 y! U) u+ W& Q2 H7 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
& _ {: z/ z1 N' v, A% ` w: RPerhaps they never will. |
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