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; x( X5 \3 h0 V1 X0 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- X1 q& ^- r$ p6 Y) q. P/ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ]8 ]" `, K4 S: s0 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 ]& E2 e+ V: [1 h9 \+ p0 c' {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ e7 A( f# ?% J" C2 s) K6 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. ?. b$ K1 y A3 ^2 F* _1 m
How you suffered for you sanity, ( _* d+ N( u% l
How you tried to set them free, $ y- r- @7 p* C9 D* L o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 l; T: M7 _, x: p3 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' V7 l, L# e+ U9 K1 X' W( h9 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- d. _, x0 O/ i. N6 b: |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 X/ e6 I1 [0 L7 ~/ W. j. G& HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + E5 k1 N( W- S0 t4 R5 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
N) E* o; @, F2 Q4 G/ rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 d. a: Z9 y! Q3 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : r1 S! W/ b8 l' p5 d- C) O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 e/ b$ ~) ^# l, s6 D/ c( t1 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 G* ?% d# t0 p% p, } H, B( Q8 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; V% C2 |: D& R# j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 L& c$ F: |4 h3 u6 f; q& bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / }% {; F) ?: i! R! N8 j
6 s) T V% J5 \% M aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 W" D# p" J' Q% ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ O% v% D* M: H8 j- y" K3 @3 RHow you tried to set them free,
9 B1 x. z+ t9 U2 `# b, S- BThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 j ]+ B( f' g& ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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