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@) _( p" M) M* g' D4 W( ~# |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # I5 L2 |0 H) Y/ v" `" w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 @1 f' b: Q4 f2 v6 J! W" {0 a: W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 r! ~+ u R! B' i& Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # [4 l6 H2 ~% l( z* Z0 O4 e2 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, q" x, ]9 @) y5 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
: f+ G2 Q9 i! k* gHow you tried to set them free, ( L* |- h) T' W% S( n$ q6 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 F; b L& O, @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 s3 K: V& u" m( z5 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . [: k& I9 h* l( u7 n$ ]$ f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 ^; _9 z( |4 _! Q/ P) Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) q s" A* O3 ^" |* w ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ d% u1 Z$ b. [4 t& k; DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# q3 \" l7 U$ F8 e* i! HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' Y. t0 H" f: r/ C7 y6 G
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 e- e v) t* `1 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' ^4 T. u8 ?# L- t$ E; w
" {- v% L# B8 ?8 A; rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ? q2 K9 g; }2 C9 n# I' i+ DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! j: Z( y0 _- ]2 k) Q K% [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ f! `! M% e5 D& W* d1 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( k7 W4 A( f$ k p) E: W$ QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / H8 `+ b: t4 ~/ c3 i# J" L8 _8 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,4 A6 m- S) q2 P1 I+ M# \" p) I
How you tried to set them free,
9 P* p8 w8 }6 P: TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) M0 [* L8 u$ J4 gPerhaps they never will. |
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