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* E3 ?! F$ W, ^6 N& L8 c& @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 I8 J* G2 }) `7 m) T2 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: v) {: H# H7 t1 d( OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% C8 E1 {5 K" u; p ^* W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - F8 {* I% Y7 J+ @- e$ s2 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 O9 ?0 B5 [2 k" W- v9 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
# w# p7 }9 D. ?How you tried to set them free,
4 r' {" E1 b& K1 \6 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . q6 T0 z) N, g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 \ `2 e0 O0 w4 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 G: P7 Z! A: ^6 l( YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: S% E p# y* e1 n- `Weathered 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, 9 l j Q; H M z# g* C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- P/ F3 {) _# C2 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( S1 i- m- g6 B5 `. pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 A) q, q( d A OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& v& i, l' o: n+ d* LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- W2 S0 y# M; q; c& Y' j5 g" iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 F8 c1 Q- o2 |* Y% ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! k4 ]* \, |( }! M5 X8 A! kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 M! J' k: n( y' K- _( x& QHow you suffered for you sanity,9 d6 o) W5 b9 z: p$ t
How you tried to set them free,
" ?0 v R. S: p9 n: ?They would not listen they're not listening still, & t1 W0 f4 _2 R; [$ J
Perhaps they never will. |
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