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5 T$ I1 X, W3 [% H% FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( b6 H% a- w V5 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) N+ w" f; C. X# F( q+ J; c0 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, M7 I8 ] ?3 L" c) b+ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . O/ R! Z2 S3 d- p% T6 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* H5 n) _) K2 Q% t ~. p
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 {: S: b/ ^# u, i- p1 j0 }
How you tried to set them free, 7 m# P$ H0 i, Y, M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; L/ E2 T) `$ A3 h: p& W8 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) G; m8 v! ^7 c" Q0 H1 b' @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 v2 ~3 e2 Y" q# c, `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 u) \* }0 Z: K6 s: hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& E0 ^1 z7 a" p6 u, V% b. ~8 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 R/ r# J) c( s" Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& `# V8 i; d2 G+ wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 z" W0 h& x* P& e% k% s
But I could have told you, Vincent, " J/ t* C. y5 H8 O# N7 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! F% V3 ~% s9 H$ B0 @4 E0 B+ eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ~* g: S- P) ^' v8 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) d2 D+ H- H4 i wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 w5 G2 H6 L* B4 ]
1 _4 b8 l0 k% X- M# n3 V4 U8 F* wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - T. S k5 W0 [. d {
How you suffered for you sanity,7 P, R8 F& ^7 D) }
How you tried to set them free, ; G( w, R& j7 j& y& R& l" N& m
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) z2 T' U3 A% l% ^: E5 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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