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" F: [- |4 c3 k6 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 M1 T0 {. i& j1 F$ I7 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 s# n1 r" Y9 h) c4 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; K) \. {; V) e4 V$ ~6 `) Y. e' R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( x: g# B7 S' |+ ?4 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# D7 ^4 o0 _4 T
How you suffered for you sanity, : r$ N. @0 R$ i" {! h7 M& I+ q' S- v
How you tried to set them free, ' ^8 [8 C. |, B" U6 w0 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 {! T4 p- k) Z$ c) `1 K/ j9 r0 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ X; _$ n9 S1 \4 _0 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 P' ]) d7 N# ]- M. ^: B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 }; n, [; u; h% C/ f2 b; p$ o# G8 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- ^; e, D) Y6 R8 d" s5 p' {! pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
q' [6 H( P6 _6 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 q1 q5 N7 K" x( K/ m. ^" q5 Y& w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 l, M, L" G b5 ` M5 W( MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 O' n. j H, H' k: J, t" ^0 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , u( @8 B& B$ u2 n: u2 x9 h% y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ E# x+ P0 D& Q9 C, R; W% A' h7 E7 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ A3 Z0 ~7 V8 B& E% g& d( TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 r5 r- V: [4 O. W! i! j8 J' IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . R! [$ ?' t# o ]0 K4 z6 c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' c6 p) y: F2 jHow you suffered for you sanity,* O0 X: J" l+ w6 R2 o
How you tried to set them free,
3 y5 \& s$ v! q- ?$ ?; J; L% uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! C% F2 Z A4 K1 x+ ePerhaps they never will. |
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