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' h+ e: e4 `8 J0 q1 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ] f7 z% H& f4 o4 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 t2 m/ O8 s9 V; F& b. X+ G, {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- m& T& G2 a# y2 |$ O5 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" K# U1 P; `3 P; j# F0 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 T2 b; ]6 B7 Z% |% k5 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
# d" e6 o/ j1 ]0 bHow you tried to set them free, $ K/ s* u6 \9 e$ L0 z' F2 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 [! B; Q$ c9 V+ ^' ^/ v) v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 u- F" @" ~2 A9 N. q5 B0 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* }! W& n+ A+ Y0 ] oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 [/ f6 o% I; J3 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 W/ ]- S: q4 c3 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 L1 E: @. [1 Y, ]& I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' h) y9 L. P4 E- b+ k1 O; F+ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % C; K& e( @1 O) r
But I could have told you, Vincent, , p0 T) r! n7 ? m3 p9 @2 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 y+ n# G0 j& V1 |! A
8 v' c) {( P' sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 n) t- c, H5 U+ K( r9 Z( T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " [0 B% X( v8 @( ]9 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: w- u% Z4 n+ a8 p$ S- v$ oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ U7 I/ ^! n* r/ [9 n* p1 {& sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* y M- A$ _* C8 f) _+ m* C# kHow you suffered for you sanity,$ f( y; c6 w; \+ [( Q1 F
How you tried to set them free, . `2 t6 k, t4 n4 D" w& k6 f# ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" x( \) }( v8 m' C' bPerhaps they never will. |
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