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~. ?, s$ D' Y8 d. B) }. {4 H& ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( P! ]8 \/ G. z& a4 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * M: h L6 Z. n" I. S0 H- H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 Q- \& P/ o, T* r. \7 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # W7 v2 ~/ t: T: r( {3 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, Y3 E3 N' d- ^* r9 \& o3 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
% `2 v# D6 c4 _6 G8 R. o- vHow you tried to set them free,
3 z2 D0 u1 i& pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 V6 k- ]) m+ z3 g" S* rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Z9 D8 ~/ ]2 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 L( |% W3 }8 c X$ S3 {3 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * U) H. S+ M+ M% t% _6 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 c6 Q! M4 p1 X. `2 B4 ]7 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : J2 x$ Z' U o9 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 Z8 [2 q! X. X* w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * n0 S F8 a$ N+ P' { S6 h. p& _
But I could have told you, Vincent, / q; K2 A7 I$ g' h& j6 ~. H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 G8 J. Y9 ?3 i& C( M& W+ X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- c- i. O, \" p: I$ qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " C$ K; ~) l- W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 x, H6 \ E% R" O9 e2 n7 y$ pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ G$ t4 O; `/ ^5 @How you suffered for you sanity,: J5 W7 _0 M( K- M" m i5 J
How you tried to set them free,
# e3 V# q; R2 o# xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 ~ ~( C5 x* J
Perhaps they never will. |
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