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' K! v7 o7 B* d+ O( v8 O5 {8 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 x6 a3 [4 \" X/ `2 o7 a7 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" t" m, S8 x9 S1 R" GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ C& w8 g/ Z# f5 o. `8 R0 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; M6 c2 t( S; a2 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 a9 I( K# Q- T9 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
! f6 ` ?8 }) M2 d( ^8 Q& ]8 zHow you tried to set them free, - f8 i5 f3 A# J9 S. N) f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 a8 y: X) u7 @4 c& aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ F" q- W9 v1 R1 h% q& e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 U8 V: Y7 S- u1 Z R/ _- T4 a0 G XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& N/ k! p- z1 ^- T2 r$ MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ J$ G8 n }& U( x" sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / v" u @5 F+ N$ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) N3 E; P% o; b* [& F X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 K+ q7 n0 f0 Y! D
But I could have told you, Vincent, : b+ W1 R! Z- w4 t3 ?3 u# Z* c" W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 g) o. n/ H2 @4 [3 {. Y' QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & x$ O0 e$ S: }2 m4 |5 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 ?5 \2 ~+ _! I( M' P6 A3 z2 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! G+ y+ v4 ]* L P* R: K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . l6 s' r5 c2 R$ R( U
How you suffered for you sanity,3 h0 M- P: _# C/ ]6 [/ p+ y
How you tried to set them free,
, j/ s; ^, z/ T6 M( ` @) u" NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% q. Z7 A" {% }+ x5 cPerhaps they never will. |
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