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6 j' F1 c+ ]" ^$ ?. zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 H) v; j5 {# ?: |; I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& i9 }; [4 F& m/ E8 J/ `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) E, l' e/ n+ J; I: d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' M4 p) r, F8 G! m" a, V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ `! e- O" L/ h0 g& U6 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
. B2 V7 r+ h q7 tHow you tried to set them free, ! o0 d( G# E6 \# e* G/ w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) R( z9 T4 Z# A: I0 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' A! p: G$ R. ]3 X1 }) A; k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( s' a9 L( |% T2 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% J8 l! M7 \3 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" S- T) N! Z/ x2 b. ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 ~ ]5 y5 M" `; j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) {! x+ W$ s/ p% e4 o9 k" r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ F1 O2 P9 S9 }* c! d c: M) ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, p* w5 _& C( ]7 ?6 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 q1 u( b% Z0 \% f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * P& M/ E5 k7 V3 V3 K' c& o7 C8 Y3 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( W+ S- S5 z9 E8 u1 A8 fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
V/ V% Q; x3 g* Q& L7 H/ QHow you suffered for you sanity,/ \( Y8 f. L) A) c3 A- t* z6 `
How you tried to set them free, ! G8 ^( R/ w: }& @3 z) w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) F, l4 B$ Q2 K, [( Q: L$ n* U1 PPerhaps they never will. |
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