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' ~2 R0 h3 v/ y' Q3 z6 h# J2 }4 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & W2 g* w. C# g# k* m5 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - T. N* Y# @+ o2 R! ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 k' B/ o" B( A' }* ^$ eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( o" e! ]% o, ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) I/ M9 u) \. I! {8 G
How you suffered for you sanity, , u7 Y5 x8 z6 E1 b# |
How you tried to set them free,
$ |4 ^3 `3 g0 Q$ BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / ^7 _. J+ o9 J$ F* ~) B" c- v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) n( ~ ?6 L, Q }: f& k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 `8 Q& A* f. o* fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) w2 {. J) Q5 j6 E' l w' EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: J0 r/ Q8 @- q5 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 f, R( r6 \6 a" Q# G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 }/ s# x! r o2 T) s" D I; y6 P; n7 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( r* G6 Z& Q, j) @# e2 {" X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ g* Z2 d: w0 r! B2 h# [# I) \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 C3 L0 T6 t A/ C4 o' A+ bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 x+ [3 w/ @" S% \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 z! _/ x+ e+ mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 f( j% K5 c/ c6 b. K0 z
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, # b2 j5 j* \/ Z3 k" L. X2 ?: U
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 `* i8 P' c; j3 h1 B. y( _5 Z$ b6 J' JHow you tried to set them free,
8 T$ L* ~+ u L1 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 U' L) B5 L- q( d# u
Perhaps they never will. |
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