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2 V }; ^" L, z' Q& l |2 r9 T8 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, @9 ~" O I' B8 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* l2 M8 K9 m. iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& K7 x2 J: x" J8 M: I* kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 j, i% X1 p/ q+ n& S7 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! v+ r% v6 C0 P, t$ E2 \: z
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 B6 E, u" ?6 i _! \2 c4 Y
How you tried to set them free,
" m6 S$ J9 ]) \- Y! aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - m _2 I1 O/ B4 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' B3 N. k$ i2 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * |% [* }/ q$ N k1 v& B# Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 ?* X, B9 B; u6 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 [1 d, K& ^; EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# x7 Q4 x; A( b7 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . L9 N3 u' ?3 q' b# O8 t6 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' }. n, i: _3 U* r6 S- o9 tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 E9 s+ K) S' \5 u% oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 Z& J7 `) Q3 M4 U S, `" yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 Q$ Z, n- _8 L5 K l& XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 b7 [1 o# V6 s9 N0 F0 R' d* j5 |; I3 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & m7 F6 q( p$ C: x- R% }3 s
The 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, : ?) E Y2 q! y& c
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 f: G* m: q( k9 L7 C2 n6 W: F5 z2 uHow you tried to set them free,
/ z$ o6 m! R9 u& O: z* A' LThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 i# W: W8 w* z% `: Y% E
Perhaps they never will. |
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