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: Q- M0 ^5 l/ e5 k+ m o$ OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( q b+ k0 A M1 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , r% }5 R& S' y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* p2 F: C1 B& K3 ]& V$ O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 w9 s# j/ B" i3 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 r5 k# l1 F0 H5 | t7 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 e) x$ c- @: w7 ~3 d5 z8 ^( \How you tried to set them free, $ \1 |) b6 J% J1 j+ }: I. L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 N6 z2 O: h! u4 `4 q; M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * E, C0 v& l7 D1 X# Z9 R. k7 G8 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 @3 E0 o& Z! u% z, J" `7 y& gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; q! N* \/ Z( A9 o' ?' bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# r' y/ l: z7 c( XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 t6 Y, l/ s0 G% K6 h3 e( JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ E4 T- R; n5 `6 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 n' @. h. V* D% z$ V; y* c# i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. Q' t" w& O6 r' Z$ v6 h- mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, j. Q) }: |- Q1 C& U& P- {; mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " j$ S, D% |) J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% q1 \$ X4 f! E; z uThe 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, 4 [8 o: g" ~+ w! E3 H1 }) R
How you suffered for you sanity,/ {( h& ?' z$ v7 L
How you tried to set them free,
: o; [. |8 D D& o& C/ }% ]& }They would not listen they're not listening still, ' Q8 X7 [; ?- N1 X8 I% @: i/ t
Perhaps they never will. |
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