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1 ]2 p0 G% E$ w( t" NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' T7 O M6 u) n3 f- k# }6 M4 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ X2 ]( Z: \$ M" j; ~* u8 |- N( a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! T: U% k7 t }8 d j1 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + M1 e1 d1 q! |- Z% o L5 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 [; `/ Y& f' f* S) W" @
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ~% G# k( I* w { O, |/ |How you tried to set them free, 3 e7 H6 c+ m* R, p, Q- ? _) p+ _4 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ?; ~* S6 X6 X0 N2 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 \8 y, e% h' }; I/ Q6 n) h' J% m8 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 x: x, P; I bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ E6 j7 H' {! E$ {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 y% l; |2 Z8 S4 Y/ `2 q: J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . a. u4 |' @6 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 g8 T/ E: k( ~( M: ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 }. r. u0 P7 E' T! `0 p; dBut I could have told you, Vincent, : R3 {* _; t. o, ^0 |5 V5 g- b- X3 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " D3 \6 O8 ]( d& A) }1 ]1 z$ v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* W. ?( ]+ Q1 h0 y# wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ I) V' O a3 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 R* j! R% n, j+ sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 i5 M, o* k2 ]0 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
# E0 A: P8 [3 O( M( w9 w. i# b& _# PHow you tried to set them free,
" y, O# i9 b+ K- G# X) j" TThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 `! r0 E S- V9 r' ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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