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+ T4 l$ G: _) ~, Y! ^+ j( @+ t. v: N; MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) h- k% G' w) H5 k9 L+ G7 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 B5 W* ^1 k: |$ o' l- `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% ^: A4 k3 {( `2 G2 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 u+ `- B9 N, O6 J% c e9 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* ^# F1 ^& q" X+ U7 W( f$ R' s
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ L+ n9 \2 G( YHow you tried to set them free,
}9 B6 ^1 M% f3 b |4 G& D0 X8 d( KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 J' S7 h3 T* O( i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: H9 A, Y" P3 Y4 w& n* Z- hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 n% u/ C/ ^% ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 @% k& V5 N9 D9 hWeathered 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,
4 y6 M. u' c5 {% _8 o$ Q0 o( EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / @5 }: w9 }9 ~& W K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; L6 ?" U5 n! _0 A% R, Y/ iBut I could have told you, Vincent, # p& A0 c( u1 M% J/ J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 p& x- T3 R% W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 L( B" w9 s- n$ r; d+ |2 @5 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' Y" s: r& d9 J( g& @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # C: v# j5 i7 p
4 W8 ~6 V9 e5 [4 s* A4 B9 x rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ ~; P) m& ?8 S1 hHow you suffered for you sanity,$ z$ P S( J1 H1 J
How you tried to set them free,
5 F5 i+ l2 u+ K4 O* b2 C+ b: q" PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! F3 M+ q# f! M/ }Perhaps they never will. |
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