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' T. L4 n/ @; s3 E ?7 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 M- M9 ]7 a# }& {- t8 k& [1 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 a# E9 I* `. ]0 [! m3 r. |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 U% ~4 c& h1 l: Y$ I( V" OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 n( _; q _3 ^& uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 e- ?& e' X7 b# c' q6 |3 r5 @How you suffered for you sanity, # s9 o9 W5 L% t, c1 ?" k
How you tried to set them free,
- U! B# {$ c" r3 j. IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* Z; `) s$ @1 y( k$ l; \3 y3 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , w* V7 q6 R4 r+ S' s' i8 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) F4 T4 a: c. B# D' {1 R0 x# m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 T% I* i4 v, G& bWeathered 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, & { X3 M" q M* |9 s' E% V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 ~8 @( Z/ I# h4 E6 F0 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! l! R' J2 U- Q1 `9 R( _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 c/ i {2 |6 b6 c3 S3 |1 g2 r% oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - Y% f* f+ u' o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 t# O$ t. [( Z* X& ]; SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
@5 M( c3 x: o" [, CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( o! X0 L! N6 s2 h; g! Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( O; S: e; K) o4 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, S. ^9 H2 `, D# V# G. @0 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ e/ E4 Q$ J0 l L. T+ n2 h6 L. N6 [/ IHow you tried to set them free, 2 o& w+ N. M/ ?) n& m+ h1 S9 O& C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 Q z3 z, g j9 A. M, S1 a) wPerhaps they never will. |
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