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' Q0 N# ^; x7 `: OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : y& X& D/ Q5 a7 @, t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ^6 J4 t# u! P! g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, d3 j* u/ X5 t! y# jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % y/ }) a9 _7 c' ]' X. l5 r# X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ t, e$ l7 {* l
How you suffered for you sanity, * K( ~& {* ]$ H" A; ?) f
How you tried to set them free,
7 Z! |9 {) }9 O) [' F/ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % p' ~- B2 t9 M) d0 X3 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 W$ X! u* b, e% j2 i: HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 G( h/ Z$ i! i+ x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! T1 ~9 p. ?; t' B5 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 f/ E+ z: ?! K" r8 y6 q1 l9 w8 G9 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 Y# }: L7 r; ]0 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) q5 _ i1 _- NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! F2 H. M$ Y' \
But I could have told you, Vincent, & [2 x; R9 N5 X" Q/ V8 k4 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 r* X! u$ @& B( n% g1 ~7 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 p* l- k* v- h# v( i3 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" g! r; L# o3 r3 N2 T+ R {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,
0 G! k1 o \0 T0 z" R; HHow you suffered for you sanity,. E0 G4 y; i0 ]* i0 {$ F9 ^
How you tried to set them free, , b: G' R- f% r: u$ f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ I4 x0 c% d: ~' I1 _6 x7 XPerhaps they never will. |
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