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3 a0 u% z9 h4 y+ Y- hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / v, g( y4 g2 l" Y: c. g ~/ f6 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # f4 o( o$ {# G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 Q2 M2 p5 c& M* ~# _: q) zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ^: k) w- B/ g, e3 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ d& w2 l V, m5 k5 n6 h
How you suffered for you sanity, q/ d: J m" O& S9 m; L- n% e
How you tried to set them free, 1 B* [% Y! ^% D9 G+ r8 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 w, Y+ t3 ~# S# B8 O+ a% _9 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 L: H6 G% T9 T) w7 [5 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " O$ g! ?: e/ { U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 n+ f! ]* q0 A' a5 w1 G7 m5 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. o7 G* @4 Q$ X. q# O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " G8 y; |' ^; b0 s( ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 |; P, O. s, ?2 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ F+ Z5 |$ W% K) \, I/ TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) {. ]0 G9 H7 d1 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , O, r5 o t9 [3 a# v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 c" q: T1 F! c. T8 Z; r+ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 S; Y6 x1 T3 s. M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : l# \6 }) M; }. v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 [4 f! V$ ~# o3 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - e! U0 R9 k* E& H4 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ w* {0 J# H8 ]- y! Q$ ?. k+ U4 M {How you tried to set them free,
! N; p! [. b. z) U% b3 n$ Y V7 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 _; }$ Y/ Y$ J/ X( l* j3 r( ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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