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- ~! w/ S2 c& A$ b% e, \" ~) {5 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 Q) g/ ]% n9 F1 I0 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 a1 e; q' r0 N; Y$ R6 M. ~5 w5 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) z, I: i' Q) y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- l3 A2 `0 q% zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# X1 P! M: v; dHow you suffered for you sanity,
& L: r1 g' a# R; e' x0 r' \5 GHow you tried to set them free, ! j, H8 p. F* {9 I U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - G! p- r! } l6 ~- x1 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
{# Z7 C/ ?: E0 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % f' g( z4 n! M& m7 o2 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 U$ j8 ?: ]% u6 W7 w, p9 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 p! [" x! n8 U' S5 r- K/ N3 a$ O% ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . D6 X# a; [, X& h% A( ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & q/ @; {5 b1 O/ }1 G9 l* T# m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( w W1 }1 @; ~" O- g! g' I5 D; C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 v: m* q& c* O$ z* \. MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 r5 P* R# [) B& s! }1 s: C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; X/ z2 @+ W9 P5 S6 e$ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 `2 p4 Y) z# k: r" q' ]# _ b P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( n3 O9 Q* U1 g6 p2 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % r/ J O, |) W
How you suffered for you sanity,% P, V8 s) ^3 n& P& V# K% s) C
How you tried to set them free, 1 {$ W- B% n" d/ p, U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' l$ r1 t& ~4 e5 f' jPerhaps they never will. |
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