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; A& }9 r5 S* E0 v9 \" L. }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 A7 ~& s8 n7 t# M# v- h8 X6 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ Q, W8 D4 d% V& t. E2 T( P8 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( V) c+ h; D' o$ b; TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - H! j5 N* ~ o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; ~5 t" I1 _) O" }
How you suffered for you sanity, ( D+ r4 e8 l% ~8 A3 |
How you tried to set them free, / N6 x. t: A' Z* A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / A$ X" \9 p x) X5 O7 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: Y: M( b- J3 l [2 b7 }( qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 `6 D6 S! a, c# UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 \3 T2 x. R6 k" J3 b* D
Weathered 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, # O' f8 f _$ Y) o% c/ j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : D+ D5 x, o6 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! y6 o* N1 V* t* iBut I could have told you, Vincent, " k% V4 Z7 M! R, I/ j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' p6 B# G# v# [0 A' m Q1 L5 E. [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 S7 I6 l% y2 n- d# }/ jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + q! D8 i6 U5 n! V6 \$ s% i
The 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,
: z1 ]* a2 Q# M& B; ?# UHow you suffered for you sanity,
& u V8 @% y/ g" N+ W$ y4 |How you tried to set them free,
: R1 D# m, Y U5 f: ~ f! }They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 \. N7 c2 a& X
Perhaps they never will. |
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