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" k4 |+ d* t8 Z) H$ s' iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' _7 p- U8 u2 s n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 v- [1 ?# e' F% _# Y3 r: F- i/ |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ I& f" M9 g Y0 L: J4 r$ t% d; |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ^# _$ L& U) D0 T5 X% H/ v$ K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ~ m, N6 L" j" m6 F
How you suffered for you sanity, $ l x: ]" |$ [$ [( V
How you tried to set them free,
$ r7 r2 ?- C8 } a D% L6 A# KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 `) m- z9 j2 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ~0 z; n+ L4 L, C! a3 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# P4 G( g+ l5 J1 d( o: ^6 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) c: o$ ~" v4 X) zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! d, m+ Z/ g: g7 t+ J& \2 c( E+ HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 \/ t1 o5 V S+ l' ]- p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 u) e& d/ {( ]* @ \3 L/ xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! p$ `) s$ Z8 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, : A( R! B5 a( ^# X( S" J/ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 U" q' o6 s' x! v% m+ @1 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - n- X0 p) A! l# T) T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 z% m, F1 `1 g8 f# j. d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + t* H& z/ u/ K# u3 ?
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,
( L- Q. a* Q/ d+ P7 u7 UHow you suffered for you sanity," N9 v2 \# g9 b3 S
How you tried to set them free, . r/ M0 ], n/ ^# v% c
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( q* }. g# [" L4 O: {9 K3 f5 k. ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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