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) l/ N6 {% c) c* a* vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 \: A& G, x7 K/ w8 _; Y' x( \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 ~5 C5 r* n6 G. B. v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ x( B7 s$ F, X2 x* b$ Q1 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& W; t# g* b& B6 {* MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ]0 r/ Y6 n: ]% R4 c* V" a0 M
How you suffered for you sanity, ( A4 j. ]$ D$ ~) X s! P
How you tried to set them free, & i, K% E' s* c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / l0 Q/ B! |& v! D. `: F3 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , ~8 k& U; F* p6 q; m$ o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . N( _3 b1 w' E/ m% [5 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( g. y2 [2 q4 O" u4 M
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, ! ~+ N/ R4 [# [& `. l: ]$ H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : ?( o" A4 Y2 ~ M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) b# E1 z9 }8 z' i* FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 |( I& N% D/ m, X8 B5 s% ]/ `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 F0 j4 F% c! D/ c# o5 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , l8 x0 I% L, N( m n; f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # v2 y4 j* t& c
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, 4 L4 _2 l d+ J* V6 { T* u( b
How you suffered for you sanity,
' Z' K; A0 {$ ]3 qHow you tried to set them free, 8 z2 A+ _/ Z! g7 [ B) I
They would not listen they're not listening still, . W. v: X) w9 x- v" r y
Perhaps they never will. |
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