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. f/ n0 s# p8 @( |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 b4 f$ }/ Y8 i7 @$ u' h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " s0 D: F/ W/ Y& ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 [* l+ q; n7 X; f" q( L+ \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( x1 |1 C" S: h1 n, t8 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( w+ D2 ?& q8 }: G! E& [
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 t& [" ^4 V, b- e2 N$ \7 O
How you tried to set them free, 9 S6 |; t. }- J; V! E) F% e4 s9 |; M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / m3 s5 y; [' {5 `- l H4 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * c& g2 x5 `) T, f: f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / _3 b' @" m8 W0 ^/ y4 t+ Q4 ]* r; z% \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / \, t# V2 d- S% X0 d3 r/ }/ u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 q% w/ S5 b2 ?& ]! C) l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 b; o% G2 {" X% rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, H1 G, P9 K2 X1 F" R9 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - V7 `$ f5 Y- f6 n" L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( b% q" [7 T7 B, j+ L, LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / z3 i+ e8 w. V9 X3 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . \, s5 u; j" ~: I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 L# l; `1 o# y. ?4 K- h! V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: s9 n: b% H5 r9 {4 X& k! XThe 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, ( c) p( R7 V9 ^" {/ _4 {7 N
How you suffered for you sanity,' K' @) a7 j2 q, @" k( W& s
How you tried to set them free,
, M8 e5 P3 }; c V6 ]) fThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ T% }3 C$ N0 I b. s
Perhaps they never will. |
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