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% k5 O3 |9 Z7 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, k1 _7 Y7 }: X; u @" L$ a, F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
x) ^ Z$ ]9 \: o7 y! v; LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' E3 E6 a0 N8 M# {' o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ]; F- o4 d Y( l p# @$ u5 p$ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% \3 S6 A2 ]! ~) ^, a: ]% R [How you suffered for you sanity, # H' {! U2 g1 u( z# ^* Y' M& a k; l0 ]
How you tried to set them free, 1 r- g( j$ l; R1 ^& s1 Y0 ^3 X0 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" p- }1 J6 C& b6 f8 C A" IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% V/ M1 n) \ U$ ^: gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ^. g7 Y) @6 ^0 y: C3 P- r- ?2 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ Q; ]8 }1 Y/ ~, T, U8 [& r. R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 f; U# h& Q' B" \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 X9 X( }$ a( M9 e4 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . _1 f1 j! I/ X) [* D3 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & Q# r8 B Y9 B: o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 t1 S# U2 H! n( M2 B% a4 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 }% j! v5 C2 e$ B2 @1 t/ H
1 R3 H6 i- b( ]% `$ pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
S4 ?6 U5 k b4 v h3 a- {) oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; o$ c1 e+ }4 r/ X# p, T" L; X" wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ x1 J+ ~2 c- M1 m" A0 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 L4 D) P+ o0 O9 n! U# KHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 ~' C+ [$ i: tHow you tried to set them free, ; W5 o& ]" o( x& f1 O* s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 O( {1 d7 \' m }Perhaps they never will. |
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