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+ \' }6 R/ B8 A. ^. \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - \) d& C+ I7 P! I7 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( Q$ p& B' h) W5 [4 ]0 R. v5 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 c9 n/ T4 m+ R+ c: S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* [2 ]: Z1 n* X9 a2 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 m# g J; z1 Q. o- h* Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 x8 a0 I; i" B* |% b2 a r* ^: K. S
How you tried to set them free,
. T) b: E) i AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 k5 J+ i( [1 T1 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 F; n, i$ b: d1 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% v, x) |( D* g# g( H8 |3 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( H/ A: o. X: I* n& @& ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' d: N! }# m( { s4 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 R, u- c3 ^+ w: G4 s# C) y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- B+ d# X$ w4 \0 ?+ M6 ?" @You took your life as lovers ofter do, % u# D) q! X' _6 O' ~# v$ {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) n% X; w7 `& V4 A& \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - |& K# U6 ^) g3 b0 k# l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( J n4 s- X4 Z' a5 c8 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% n1 \; Q/ q6 e3 \* h' v' C( K# vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % S2 @9 V' K* \3 p, n: b2 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " U; U a5 r }7 W- k/ b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 B7 p0 p: S1 D% h# O0 [ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
' O3 z L; w% ~How you tried to set them free, 9 j# p! ~2 c# G! } Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 \' s0 Y8 s3 @- p8 x& K
Perhaps they never will. |
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