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: `. t7 W8 t# S% f4 M. yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 J* X* n. N0 Q- C' {* |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 c' @! u _+ I% }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' J" J2 W3 L% E7 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( W9 @/ R# L1 |: q' F' DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ?. _! ^' ^: OHow you suffered for you sanity,
, t E* A0 q) R, D/ ?How you tried to set them free,
" u u* _$ u' H9 ?- ^8 @+ `$ V5 m, ]" bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 ~, ~( E8 Y0 c( P+ wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 b7 M/ E' ^5 ^ y$ ?5 ^0 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, F( l( v: U7 }* j# x z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' n+ _! f. Q: U# S& k$ c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 C* G4 x) S+ e# \, o( G# O& d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( p+ ~; }. @0 t. }, D9 \: i0 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ `5 P$ z0 K3 o- g1 k# ]9 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : L! z1 ?3 r" ~+ w5 ~! ]; Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 x+ [2 w7 @8 j* L1 P J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 R: q% n I$ ], \4 W- L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 F5 \4 Z }% v5 c+ R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; r8 ~& Y7 t+ I) h5 {3 [! N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 x! r1 d* m7 i0 }# O0 @/ d2 ? _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + R3 n5 _. n. h9 ?+ r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ~" w1 l" ?; m) ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 A, N% `" M: \; R# F) D5 vHow you tried to set them free, $ u: D2 B9 I: l6 j" n% q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( ?1 U, P# G7 L' XPerhaps they never will. |
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