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5 Z d2 J! o2 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 M5 @5 v. u5 u% G- I# _2 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 t# ?: X- h' R( }5 t/ b8 A# oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: V U* H6 `; E$ r. R) pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * j. n* H C8 _& F5 j0 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" _/ w) g7 I1 L5 Y1 m" ~How you suffered for you sanity, ( M9 b9 h* ~) s( |' r
How you tried to set them free, / |% U' \0 [/ ?$ ~$ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, c1 |4 F6 Q2 h& ^% k. mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, _$ j% C: p# d9 s- W/ |, m- c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + c1 A5 d: s# A+ K# `4 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 U) O% X1 c, }+ A0 {- ^2 N. fWeathered 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, % H7 B) x9 M; [& [7 \3 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: Y; ? o9 \7 B/ ~/ @- G+ @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
J3 p+ k, `1 w; B+ T0 JBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 \/ I4 f0 R+ A8 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; H6 W( p9 l) GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- I: N$ E7 X$ O* c: s E3 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- k; p# E% t5 B8 u( u! {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - r( I1 k$ k4 j# d6 T; i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ o/ o6 Y1 n& Z6 h) I s% tHow you suffered for you sanity, j3 x' G8 m& R' q# [8 X$ u
How you tried to set them free,
7 l; `6 [: K m* Z" b; EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 y, t! m6 O8 fPerhaps they never will. |
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