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" j7 z/ s: c2 ?5 [+ vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : x' B9 [' @ ?$ b$ Z6 N3 s4 T; Y0 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 Z5 \! h* F+ o: T* ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 { O4 T# ]. x. A) S$ b2 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 G( h; Y5 p8 }8 _! f1 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- U: S% N2 M% I* r6 P$ t
How you suffered for you sanity,
. m2 [& k0 c3 W+ V h8 c5 _) [ ]How you tried to set them free, $ F0 [3 x u5 D+ m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 H1 R( @+ U! w4 z( H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / G$ D2 C5 v+ H/ h b- u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 ~8 H' |" U q; E7 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 q+ k0 O5 h2 _& `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; H5 w8 _# ?4 Q# c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % \# @6 i4 L- p2 a) x. U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # p: z& I* A4 p% F8 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # ?5 G3 Y+ z$ o) B( E0 }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 E: E4 K2 S6 W, k) ]. v! z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 C; Z3 [/ i* I( y _; }9 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " b+ y* T* N. I4 i4 n0 i. n- n2 T5 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 c! S- V: O% G( c) sThe 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, ' l) [1 e1 y. Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
. c# i( s' Y- F- D- g" iHow you tried to set them free, 2 E# E! ]0 Z: A& Y3 S3 ~ h6 ^& Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 @$ t" E, u1 q7 g0 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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