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$ q7 |( O4 e- F0 r5 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 C1 A2 [& G1 h4 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ?; u# M" B' N( A$ ] I5 P$ s4 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
c1 W4 H3 S5 y3 H: q1 [1 x4 O' }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& Q7 m/ G0 h8 K1 U- S4 D Y% `Now I understand what you tried to say to me, A* z" F) s$ c3 T( S' ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 g: w& |) w" }$ A R) XHow you tried to set them free, 4 L: T# _7 w: Z8 U7 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! @: O( F+ Q8 A7 ]. @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ r) C/ {+ Q: L# {6 M! w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
_( A5 N, b" Z: v% d' t5 w8 j4 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " j8 K4 I. B/ n9 `
Weathered 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,
: g# |! U* x1 u7 c- o3 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 B1 o$ m0 {) n" h+ [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. F' M4 J7 m) b2 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, , x6 j- X7 q1 Q3 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / r' L/ d9 [- I; j& d& ]) K( O# ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 A: A1 m$ N. KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! G: G2 x6 T, FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / g; L1 f& f0 ]6 ^ y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' p. L* s/ n) R3 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & w$ h" L# U* H4 m
How you suffered for you sanity,0 v9 S: q# e- u+ G+ Y' }" l1 f6 t1 y
How you tried to set them free, . K, \' ?8 [4 J7 f8 h( b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ B8 u$ [5 t! @Perhaps they never will. |
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