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5 r1 T& ^* b) ]7 U" P# bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / e' k1 a: F7 m& Q& {2 Q1 l, i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 u$ ]7 v7 L8 s1 x3 \$ P% pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 _) w6 c7 @! e* }$ j7 V+ R% T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! Y, j( X& Y' d- ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) ^' [3 q$ q" d' k) A; n! t6 L( jHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 q; y# c7 T& ~
How you tried to set them free,
) M; i1 X m# V) ]9 ^+ }7 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 _# |9 g/ H, U% n' wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - \7 M; m/ @' j* L" {( ?7 u- \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, z7 R! j/ s% _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) @0 h, y3 z, v' t$ X6 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( f2 Y7 l) k4 x/ h0 o& _. j4 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ h- R6 M( {9 F& W2 V8 X* d; iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( E! ?0 i n1 p4 ]% x; N9 R# R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 B. [! P1 C8 b& n
But I could have told you, Vincent, : k g% N2 B3 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 w# j7 j# `: T9 t( V8 u: g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 b8 t7 p9 y) z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- s1 g( S `9 UThe 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, 8 t* r0 M+ J$ X7 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,% {( G0 f, S' G3 j
How you tried to set them free,
6 F% @0 p1 K3 z* R4 L. C; O2 W, jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" ^8 [- _" r: q9 yPerhaps they never will. |
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