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& N* y! ~. ^: D) U& ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ S* t Q' \3 _8 E/ w( ]8 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 N6 o2 E' T0 u; `- m% m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, X! R$ L+ L$ A/ c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 j9 r: F$ P9 r# u- SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 c: _" d, w9 \* Z1 C7 c2 l) B
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 r: Y' [ ~- c" R6 b8 f3 `
How you tried to set them free,
7 m1 q" T' J& M$ yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 T7 c+ e7 t. ~- G+ d$ k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
C8 D: o% R8 y0 w' E2 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: i* N) c6 [: o# q$ q9 W/ [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 ~, M- u9 u ~' w5 T q0 ~* Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! [# C2 o2 m* W) PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " q g$ J% g7 k0 M8 [) j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & q3 }: i% M5 k; Q" @
But I could have told you, Vincent, / \# |- C# ^" `- q, x4 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : C1 r9 [/ \% p6 L' b7 P% [ P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 \! T. h' u2 @, X& {: V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ `4 o R1 _1 h, S; @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' k O7 o* _$ K' _- F7 i5 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 n* v0 f' }' i+ c# N
; q# C( B! N b: t3 z5 D( C4 J4 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 q X9 i( ]! ~2 e7 u) N
How you suffered for you sanity,3 t) k4 ^) W: Y. B
How you tried to set them free, " i4 Y4 ^ \. R
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 F; s' M: L% e5 o; D! y% j
Perhaps they never will. |
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