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) _( s B- H2 A8 I z* v" @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : ?6 t+ P+ u, p, t1 h2 J4 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% i0 b3 z+ G: ^- W. M2 L3 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* y. v7 ?) s3 A4 S/ y% M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 \' c1 y7 U& ~# R |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 x1 G/ ]. J4 D# ]How you suffered for you sanity, Z* L1 Q8 v7 {: o+ L
How you tried to set them free, " k0 Q$ b1 {4 w2 u# r$ `2 `: U! ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! f/ G& S6 c- q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - E ?1 L( A# S* B1 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. g3 x, g* t6 L& V. [6 m" S! q* SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* L9 V' Y' ~" O/ [) M$ B5 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% c# x" ^% f6 \/ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 `% Y" f" a- P$ e2 s1 }- A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 ] ~' V" y n4 |- b/ l7 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 v- i$ a3 ^' p& Q- t' I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ~; {# V7 V* n% R- B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; }) l# y# } P6 I3 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 m- _- B# Q& ~- [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , r" D! z1 g; }6 ^$ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % `$ Y# P; j* y% m2 Y' G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! V0 u) a$ i/ Q3 ^# F$ S
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ^0 O% @ i; g( iHow you tried to set them free, " k/ X" L2 k; r* J$ c& Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 [; Q' S: @7 x+ f3 T3 z. y, \
Perhaps they never will. |
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