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2 ]8 q5 r+ ]' J$ y- `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' o5 z/ U$ U) m- h! J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 y+ l6 `* n! r+ MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) ? { R0 D2 q6 n% V/ A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. E+ x; P s6 m3 R% {: ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,( k+ a+ q! @; }
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ T. I- H5 n2 {& _6 ?1 MHow you tried to set them free, 3 I& P! H$ [! H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 J; c7 O1 j3 ^$ I1 s3 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 c6 Q- z1 C% i6 f8 b* v2 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; j7 s+ n. F* V- GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ a. C, d" \3 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" Q1 C1 c* |3 n" t/ u( N/ T; ^1 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 o+ W) h: y$ J0 t OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
{* G9 j3 ^/ E4 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, : i- c0 I( T% Z' n0 Z$ k) t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & P9 o7 u5 o- X- e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ~. x, l9 W% q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* M9 }( {7 @: f$ p% TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 n% n) ^- }( o$ Q. L4 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# v- G' }4 P2 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 y' T2 n3 Q! k# w: ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
# v4 Z$ }2 Q. H/ [/ qHow you tried to set them free,
. G2 C* w( I" G! v) U) x. HThey would not listen they're not listening still, * ~! l6 B+ h/ y# _$ q5 O% H; C/ V
Perhaps they never will. |
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