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' s' e/ X/ W3 p7 g; |) Z) v' k, g6 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 h% N r3 M* |% M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) w$ K1 q1 z2 `) Y: F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, M! h) \1 D2 r' R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" L2 l) t5 m" I0 E, x5 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 c- a/ {8 R: s' SHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 l4 [8 R" Y( M: vHow you tried to set them free,
! y: Z8 \2 _6 T: R5 h9 {1 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ _! R/ f1 A# b- H. \: A: T. JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : i6 ?4 B( c* X+ R4 X6 H# B3 M7 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! H5 Z) _/ o$ j, h, L: s; J) GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 t: @. g. w3 S! g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " H4 ]4 G9 E1 `1 l3 ^- b9 i
" _* z) M- `7 v3 K' f" `! bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ q, O3 K! D8 [# ~3 W* S# c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 W8 s/ Z N4 _# H7 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 i% i: f! _! P6 V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 b2 \" c. b6 k3 m2 ^3 m9 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! t) z/ f* Y$ U- o4 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ~% X+ _1 R3 z/ p$ w! R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 k7 |7 V2 Y5 G: Z' q3 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ {" i0 G+ A9 \7 ^# Y6 G& ]9 T' PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , v& `6 v. p1 a1 M6 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! M6 C* J+ s2 Z% D" GHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 y4 d) T! t, e7 t0 a6 ]( A; D) g* SHow you tried to set them free, 8 |. ]' d; o2 q) N+ w7 t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( Y" {* a' r( h9 Q' rPerhaps they never will. |
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