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" e6 C2 u K( w6 J, l t% bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! W T9 c; p% i, f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 _; W [: ^) w# z) G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( A; g5 O5 s: L3 f" ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! P7 b' e4 B7 ~% R8 }- v! ]2 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* {$ N* S8 C3 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
- k* k3 Z2 d) n0 ZHow you tried to set them free, / [2 r" C3 u' N& |# H h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 N9 @, s' ^. W W8 G+ _. tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ M: D- J# G# d5 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 z, w6 ?/ |, Y8 q' X3 H* FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ^1 _& p/ N: t5 B4 H7 \8 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 H$ F: {1 S/ N S: RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 j N# o7 L8 x( y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 g) `+ r" S9 L: n4 O B9 u( xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 u6 u6 `; r; l2 D4 I4 H9 K- TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 N# g: k$ o) K! E! t- d; v, rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " M% u( E8 [- h7 }+ g3 C( g9 C+ W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 m2 P5 v8 ?/ e" O/ k( w B# NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : b8 t3 r" J; c' Z0 t4 p+ }& a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 ~5 F% ~0 w& S. c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ A0 \0 i' C" I, ~9 z
How you suffered for you sanity,# l6 v/ ~ G+ \2 C/ ~
How you tried to set them free, 5 I9 X( a2 H8 Q1 p* W* V- `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 V2 p/ Q- s0 L7 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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