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. j$ Y4 s8 k: e6 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, |$ D; Z$ Y+ w2 e1 `2 T8 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ y2 t C1 b/ y. p$ C6 G! rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ?8 V' `, \/ C; l# ~5 l! SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 V5 o7 V) }7 Z v7 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 M {% @$ m1 Y0 }+ b- {: l- \# \How you suffered for you sanity, 6 \9 P7 U# y, g( W) P% t# b
How you tried to set them free, 6 C0 C6 F! _$ f @$ h% l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; G& R6 }4 {5 I2 u- o; ~* l" o bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # p6 R' a, k4 C* s& r% ^ @9 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 `" u$ B. {8 {) J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% Z5 t! G1 M9 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; u n& v1 g, Z8 I8 c A' M/ `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( g# c+ p& n4 b. @* c& [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 s4 _3 i0 n4 }9 Z/ O2 C, P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' E; c2 F2 y' F3 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) X. H! H9 d5 T9 W0 I+ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 A- p m4 l# a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - _8 n$ @0 r6 \9 C" J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 e$ k5 A( W2 Y1 B0 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 y5 E9 ~ g# u4 W/ jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 m! D+ \( v ?6 x7 u q1 N
How you suffered for you sanity,- h! z: R& ~0 ]
How you tried to set them free,
. N3 x" Y5 J h* v% \3 L7 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, : E9 x: g$ k/ M! }6 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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