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5 s1 d0 P9 w- K) |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & v) X0 b! {" G" u6 O& [, v; X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% |* b. `/ o; v- R, yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ _+ ?+ X/ D" U! c) O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ ~/ L. h. x p2 W4 S- u1 Q) O8 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' e8 ~0 |# X" _
How you suffered for you sanity, , z! ^; y" f8 v* W
How you tried to set them free,
* x V% J! _& L! n! l5 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 Z0 E) [# U ^$ ?% @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ J( e m) Y9 r" g+ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) P8 B( ^8 X4 P; b1 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 t8 i! H9 h# C) Z' \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: _$ W( A3 Z* z5 M* D' nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! n+ s, g- z* k! x0 L6 T& X6 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( V: j' t( p5 C- p$ QBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 l. q* l r% m7 O6 J9 M) ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. F0 s* I2 J, r$ d- X+ I) S# d" {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 E/ ?& b6 Z- ^1 f! i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" u/ V2 _( F& m! v, v# u3 R0 w8 n2 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( U" @# g6 y) i8 O$ Z9 g2 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " H6 {. C! p; a1 @- X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 n; F) B: C. WHow you suffered for you sanity,* X! B) e' r: Y1 k ]& r) ~4 h, q* X
How you tried to set them free, ) T0 \8 S ]& W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: A3 F2 x5 k4 K4 _Perhaps they never will. |
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