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& \0 r: C/ K1 r mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + ]; L8 B; J# I7 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* ?/ P+ e2 T2 x- k! ~# A# hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ L9 W, B/ c( A. c1 W& e$ X# t; [. v' o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 i7 I1 ], y! a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ d7 T g( K+ a3 H. d0 X1 vHow you suffered for you sanity, / t4 o* \* v9 R' ]- s% R+ a/ d7 u
How you tried to set them free, # L3 q+ ^& p, f5 u, d4 N4 j4 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ N) d, L* Z3 p1 e+ j j: m2 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 q9 G5 _& y- z2 \% O+ p0 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ ]- Z: z6 s) U/ X' F$ rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 [! U; {9 _. e9 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . p: t8 B. U4 I! R# B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : a: f$ e$ {) \! w% f0 e' L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & F, u* q6 q& v% n! x3 q! A8 |3 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , ^" K* I) A* ?, M' W3 @0 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
@2 ^$ l* |3 G; g) qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 O% B4 R+ {, o5 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" A" N. j6 w$ i" i+ D: Y: M/ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' L! Z2 C, ?% l4 X) z) O: S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 q7 v: @- \. a) \' D: I" X- HThe 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, 1 }3 B4 j; v6 m: b0 {1 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
* J0 _9 \/ `/ i0 O( OHow you tried to set them free,
0 }4 K" o A8 e9 ?- ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 J7 r( [+ M) B/ P; S6 q% F4 A0 TPerhaps they never will. |
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