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+ q+ F( w3 K R5 t" gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " W. S9 p6 j$ U6 f; ~/ p& V# n0 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 U) k6 p1 }# A! u% Y7 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# I) [5 ^9 |5 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 n! L p# z, G7 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 @4 g# ~8 N3 N$ k) Q% I BHow you suffered for you sanity, % P1 `& M; G8 k+ y" g, l: S( U% @
How you tried to set them free,
# @) z* [* S: F2 C0 v2 T& U4 N ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( D) O+ p. T- j) P' o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 S; T9 @- Z0 R! g$ w I$ K) vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * R$ @- `% e1 P1 q9 G( @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. z& H+ o- x$ Y* T% O# p0 P* cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 I$ V3 W$ N1 N% A. K f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 [, @- M, X2 f* F/ n- JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & P6 s. E7 e2 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: Y6 \3 {* m& }! _. }) Q6 s6 C- JBut I could have told you, Vincent, . h' u% E6 N8 G8 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 d& t- }/ O" V9 w+ lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: {$ q- A; z8 w2 m2 s( z% B) n2 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. E. _2 k& K9 k# f* V2 m. T, {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( F5 d3 z) Y8 o% N: p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 U# f( j( a! r& S- \How you suffered for you sanity,
/ V+ C0 o- |2 E2 b3 T* ?7 Z1 C |# dHow you tried to set them free, 8 k- }# S- E4 d+ j( W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ F5 P" D L. F0 X' {Perhaps they never will. |
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