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$ Y1 x$ C% N8 W# g1 C9 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " t+ @6 X/ }* ?$ t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : L: g$ T7 H/ S' c: x3 q. @: W5 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 D5 R7 K' @+ o; M9 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ p- O* S* P( Y) K* {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 b. _7 v N# l) ~2 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 Z; f, J* c! L- b! Q+ gHow you tried to set them free,
/ S, }9 U# `. t8 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; M0 Z3 y! B7 Q+ @4 ~+ z" _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) K- G5 J9 j( C7 h, O# e7 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / `& l4 O/ h/ @' k& R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( x; q- i: f) Q6 Q, I9 p! ~+ _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 z2 M* { y' D" \3 ?. o
0 A/ @/ z: {- F7 U7 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " P: E- H* u3 ^# [" u" `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# u# `/ R! n2 X/ `1 l% lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ z+ z) N* I0 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, : r1 [5 S( s, L. ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 v7 j4 U: T) K+ q& L4 \" [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 [$ r# U( o9 v* t8 H) u3 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( X. h3 A, W" n# M. Y7 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 [* p, z% J8 J2 ?. EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # G0 Q4 V& c5 G6 S- {" k" A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ s0 c- H, ]- w$ kHow you suffered for you sanity,
) f$ h& L5 P Z" c. x NHow you tried to set them free,
' ]( O& E" X* Q5 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* {( O0 v% }8 d. R* ^! @8 aPerhaps they never will. |
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