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4 o! k. R# V, c3 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % M. w: l# Z0 m$ V5 R0 y# J0 z: L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , u8 s# o; q# F; F( ?2 g. F; E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 I3 L4 w! U M; B8 x, ]5 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : G5 k$ b$ R9 G, e! ?4 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 b8 G& v# \0 I% o+ A% T" ~: r7 F
How you suffered for you sanity, : _: w! J. A) |- A
How you tried to set them free,
& F# h- W) Z' q: F: cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! V& K: c" f, w* HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 q. X$ r& M$ ?' G! D% r: C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ]8 U4 I4 ?. s4 }8 D% O( q" l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' C. ~4 d8 A U. l" w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ f. h; F; X [( W" x3 D% `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ }8 [' f: M7 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 J! s$ b! W0 S: PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 q, j n. A% R$ x5 A0 T- e
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' f! v/ T ^/ l' n% O5 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 D" m+ v9 U+ Y. hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; r; \% `$ P: o9 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 r+ F$ g2 p. v% f* g4 q7 h8 WThe 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, 9 N0 T1 S1 H3 a; _5 D- c% s, ~1 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
' g& ` ~8 B9 G; a# l4 K% sHow you tried to set them free,
Y, V7 C; L/ ~5 uThey would not listen they're not listening still, , ?9 Y3 X+ m1 y( Y3 D, a6 D3 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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