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6 Y* b5 }* C, `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) ?: a% o. A) e8 {4 e3 B" S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ D- x0 L& T' XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- i2 M w t! H* a, ~4 t X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % T3 x. }5 x- B; }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 H$ [+ {$ o+ r; H2 r" a4 UHow you suffered for you sanity, & g/ T5 ~8 M. [/ A9 h, g# f% M- H
How you tried to set them free, 0 n! Y- ? j/ R& q; O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / V2 n5 I9 u% A7 V1 w& O% R5 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 U) s7 G/ }' S7 g7 w$ ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 N: H& J% H/ @/ fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) E: }" V1 q! M2 u7 C' b; RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! p& N1 L5 @* p n S, RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 X+ b' g; E- ]* E3 n; p! bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 @9 n# c$ ]" C& C( EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) z$ l- L/ l1 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 z1 d/ i# H' Z" M0 `: [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ v7 j- m* y' J- I( b- F3 }8 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 s' V7 W1 K+ y1 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 |& J. Q! M1 A) w' Y7 [6 R t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( ^. o% r6 K8 k! W* H4 j6 V' f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* w% A9 }6 R8 p( p/ t) f! ]* V+ eHow you suffered for you sanity,7 e* _8 P& A+ k- ^2 d
How you tried to set them free,
" T- ?$ ~5 u+ d4 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ S% _6 ^8 Y, x3 J9 t9 p, bPerhaps they never will. |
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