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* i# p0 ~6 P, E5 | {( _' dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. C3 O- g/ }: s/ X" l3 r3 a0 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! e' q$ e& X4 }' J4 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 f$ O0 z3 |6 c' c& Q/ R! g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , e, O' @3 y" e- c0 I* W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," J% G& i6 s8 A4 B* V/ k
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 g/ E8 Y$ |0 M# e z: T5 ZHow you tried to set them free,
5 ]# o; l- ^5 ~# lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 v0 |, o' ~0 h: LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, k- r) H- c& r! {1 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ^: v! o2 X7 e% T- l! C# }7 }0 m$ U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 K& Y4 r' V) M' NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ ]6 b! |1 e- @; y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ }2 ]! u# r7 ^4 h/ O0 q, [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. ?' ]& {+ w, T J2 U2 h% ^, cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 G6 {$ t- r# c4 F4 q: WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" E/ \( n( | h* |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . P; c: q7 }. E; G; N6 t9 o( B
5 S, q! H' Q& i( s" Z( iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) ~: E5 b; T& B5 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % U: O+ T' a8 W) ?( g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , n3 x& Y4 B) j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : F& Q o7 B6 ] e' J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " w/ T4 ]* a4 d. m- d5 z" Q
How you suffered for you sanity,3 d0 h( H4 J. _! g q; T) G
How you tried to set them free, * }/ A v% y* L) ^6 Y; ?! O6 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 m% F( `2 F; _/ V0 a# d
Perhaps they never will. |
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