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' g4 M# c4 Q1 g) h* u0 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! Q" {; w) z6 T% I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 h+ \$ \" @4 Z9 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 I% ]* R; @. e# e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : `! k4 l3 {/ U: B$ l9 }- v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; U$ [) Q$ u) }$ |" N% y1 Z. n& }
How you suffered for you sanity, * \) W( }$ L" z/ Y
How you tried to set them free, # i2 x/ M1 x" c8 Q f2 P% f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& e3 |7 b" b1 v' S5 R1 J; ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 Q: s& d5 ^. q, n5 S+ Z" {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 v' w. ^, N9 \" `. J7 x" d4 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; j* c2 R" f7 w( Y
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,
; c$ V. T# ^( C4 H1 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 g1 C8 l7 Z, w/ B. q) ^# y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% \$ O$ v T8 U2 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- n- P* U* r4 E. F' _* S& FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 ~6 d3 x8 [* w+ q8 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( M7 q& D* _3 t. Z2 z* s9 \: uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 h9 [: ?/ F: |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 o0 p8 i$ U6 X# G, w5 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 x9 B5 Q& P; k" W) D k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 S# l( h# O3 v8 aHow you suffered for you sanity,9 }, O) h/ H9 J) W
How you tried to set them free,
- n% a- ]7 S0 k5 @9 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, # A' V C% i7 D* }) m
Perhaps they never will. |
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