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- w* ?# p' V L5 a# @% z0 A5 _9 @6 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ T' v4 z$ Q1 ?) I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) X! c. O! d3 I1 _6 W9 Z2 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 x/ p4 |* i* l( ]# V) E! Q+ D1 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. S- I: L. ?+ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 d8 `' n+ C/ q/ S9 ^* F7 {) CHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 }3 H# q. s5 Y4 G
How you tried to set them free,
- k9 n" C9 q% G. G8 F3 M$ D A' PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: H+ K6 ]/ G7 }2 r) B; j% ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, T7 I. B. g5 [" E. U9 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 s* n2 d- A6 L0 X& k S2 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 N$ }- p7 }, X" g. S) f p6 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 z1 @( p7 m) B# \# M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : x- {2 @0 ]9 I* o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 J( L! d0 ]$ H8 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % u/ z1 K. i1 P" O) I7 f0 f$ |4 A2 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; |) [3 P* N- b" j. C" a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ^4 x" o; D! h. {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @$ k) n' k; C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - I6 J: M M( }( w( D1 D8 E; \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " _! }- H* j u* v! `
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,
O! z0 X; k! O6 kHow you suffered for you sanity,# m9 i6 Y- F2 \5 \7 b! W
How you tried to set them free, - z1 h( `$ u' r; J" X1 _6 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# ~3 C4 s( H( M5 C( ^Perhaps they never will. |
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