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, F( v8 T R6 V. d3 l/ u/ k @- o8 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& w5 ~& ^4 B& C) oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 f0 O' T' l: K. t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ]* I- |, A/ e4 u; x z5 `" C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' b6 ~1 S% z7 Y0 p# q, sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 Y* u. u# s6 i, a8 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
' E9 R8 t9 O5 K" X: k7 @How you tried to set them free,
# r# X5 g/ ^+ k) {& zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / n) J1 W4 p% F$ _% X4 Y" Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 ^4 b6 o0 K$ j y6 Y* L2 ]+ ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( d" @1 R+ W( t1 j; L$ A; ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 T2 m2 O; B0 u8 h! h4 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. i$ v A& \5 }0 T! r( l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) G" K7 m u4 s3 R$ L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( A h0 V- g! J; a& I+ p4 H% Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( I8 x) C) L- J3 M9 c' @$ I% @* v$ yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, _# C) h+ Q D5 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 W/ N8 ]" d C# d/ g8 q* M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . a1 w" p( A& D5 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! C( X; H c8 r- R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 I6 N! k5 _/ Z" q% ?' P: PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! v% g& z+ K7 i; N+ o
; a: q% p7 n3 _+ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & _# @6 j7 b* y, \( V
How you suffered for you sanity,# q4 z% l3 @, D- t" k C0 L
How you tried to set them free,
& b. h G. R+ x8 ^7 VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 K' o L/ | y) \/ _
Perhaps they never will. |
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