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6 ^- c8 C% Q/ T1 Q. \6 x3 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 S/ H+ _* N6 A. a2 W- OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 A$ z: U7 O* N! x0 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 c1 h5 T6 X3 J6 w) E! e" ?- ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % z) d* s3 b7 z/ _" M, Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 d9 ^7 {$ q1 l9 l* ]2 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
' o: b. O) f: b0 k4 _How you tried to set them free,
4 ]% q# n& j4 f+ o- pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 s9 g9 I, e( k) E! _5 g- BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! n* h. D: h# L0 m3 k. U. C! s. X7 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - u& J( U' I* g' N" g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 ]5 a4 z$ @3 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& M2 U4 ~- p6 m. }6 ?$ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 B! V0 _: J7 F: D+ vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ~( w0 k9 c6 [" I$ i; b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( g" L. J4 u- i( iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 f X8 V2 S# L0 d8 {4 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# `0 L. o0 t/ F9 {" mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" W) D) L; P$ O. {. j) `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 s+ g) U' Y( X$ U% f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 M2 L" c& p5 y8 u/ RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 \2 v9 N2 W( t( c. q* b* v2 hHow you suffered for you sanity,2 N0 s a( B$ J/ v* R
How you tried to set them free, - T/ O& D; j. \) t# w
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 K7 z, } F- ]9 A& O# a3 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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