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6 m$ u+ G2 l# l# m! FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 e1 _* `2 A& ?; A- {& w! G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ I! J }; A0 w/ E* M( NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 C: F3 f* R GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 v5 K6 N5 D7 ~. C9 W8 L6 k9 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 F0 j5 D7 J3 r! N' v. f
How you suffered for you sanity, , E/ o* }2 U8 q3 R e( S6 y* k
How you tried to set them free,
/ y0 A6 c0 L! N" ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* Q4 t' |2 f6 F3 e C! O" f' h/ cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 l# w |& Z8 f! ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 J* E+ ?. ~3 G6 o$ Z0 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + K) D2 M' }) e- G& d7 e! {' ^' { }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ]+ G; P6 h! k6 q* N+ `& o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# n8 i. n5 b1 |6 s6 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" {, j! \1 |% b2 ~7 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ x6 B6 B: P, B5 q8 Q8 C8 e- iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 M4 f' w" ^0 E8 Y+ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 M5 g( o& `/ FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : D" s; n+ J( `+ V/ I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. d: P$ Z0 e. g$ p l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Z6 N' n/ p" ?! q8 M, SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % h& H; ~' D; t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . [+ d, y: `1 s$ { D
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Y+ o! K( e4 p) [; P+ Q; sHow you tried to set them free,
) j& F3 u- O" e& l6 X, p m8 D8 @( tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 d6 Y7 L* ^) f+ G8 t3 W; iPerhaps they never will. |
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