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- x$ ~. B: r7 X5 b7 f# Q( Z. {1 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) h, x. p/ b" w: B& |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ A! A+ I; b+ Z3 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," l. H* M- X& z9 X- T" R, W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 A3 [7 J' e, B5 {4 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ a4 i$ o8 T: W; M9 k$ X; b2 CHow you suffered for you sanity, ! K' y. T- j/ t. U5 d) P5 b
How you tried to set them free,
3 E b4 y4 l- N) P8 B0 k XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* _2 O; Z3 V3 t1 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . o. j& e1 f; _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) q6 Z! U F" \% [ g/ w% k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ]6 q( j0 A8 u( GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# s& z; j/ p: TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; @9 F; w) y3 f/ L) r0 w+ }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- Q& ~# @" n: Y# N! S- ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, A. S: m) x" C$ i2 i* Y' r6 y& t9 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 E# C2 Q$ G% b9 [+ N7 K! V1 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 v! C! k& O2 c6 A, W8 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; r" }) ^7 Q2 h$ L8 i$ t* uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 x, |& h/ _0 }1 D; d: GThe 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,
3 ^/ S/ d' B( r" G# |8 GHow you suffered for you sanity,. f% n: {. b! w) j
How you tried to set them free, 9 e' A( X4 |+ z/ D/ g
They would not listen they're not listening still, {4 `, ~ ~: `9 S1 t# i
Perhaps they never will. |
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