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8 Y3 \2 U+ W* x8 K. uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! X3 `: Z/ f% t; y- K6 ]5 x' m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" p8 d8 I4 H2 s* u4 {1 X; m8 B. VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 z: P' ^0 G# f5 z" b! B6 K# p7 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 \9 {. s+ s5 F" a. x( T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 d9 r( z+ Q) s* K% J, V
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 X3 L% V N, DHow you tried to set them free, ) [' j# v. Y- J/ V5 _. }$ n, c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & i6 M+ H5 G* [2 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& a1 N' i5 m% W& m; F/ T* ?2 W; rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) S6 e: p' e V8 [) L- d0 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + F* q2 v; s2 ~1 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - f) K5 i# f; `# E# |/ i; N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 \) K- z+ }3 x; c' lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ V5 @. d" g! ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
Q2 D- s# @! z4 d( [But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 }) o8 D5 o" j+ P' @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & O. ~; s: W$ \% @' q' P
8 z" e5 x5 c* ]3 S, gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" \4 o! N! _+ [/ Q" UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; p! j1 d! B# {' P! ^+ V9 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
b/ w3 ?/ T- l3 p4 F) @' W) e2 C0 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( T2 I' X- h1 n0 `9 o; oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " {2 B; N" f; c1 \6 N$ w
How you suffered for you sanity,4 x5 }' ?5 e9 D( O, T) p5 I
How you tried to set them free, % x5 K# @4 v" a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 K1 @* m q7 a# H: oPerhaps they never will. |
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