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; \* a2 @3 b2 l$ C( Q! ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 d: }! o6 o' u# k+ u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( o) O7 i- g6 s- ?" UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, y. O' y0 o1 F. u$ l1 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 j. G4 W$ Y2 J3 {$ Q, UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# I8 @$ i5 ]+ \: f: vHow you suffered for you sanity, & I d( A8 ?5 m: W1 L
How you tried to set them free,
% d, w4 W& u1 g3 { L2 S: @6 \7 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; L% Q$ a+ z2 ~7 C9 q! m' L3 f* ^4 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 E& s% N" N% YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* o: \# y3 \( U3 O9 k0 ~: nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 K6 n ]; E& q8 l7 y
Weathered 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, $ A% B6 d0 Z/ e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 }- ~& j4 Q6 P) L6 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 Y9 g/ e5 {- ~% X1 h' \( I' _; U) pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& N3 v z! X+ ?7 d2 P# m5 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) W& W! w! P" v: Y& e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ^, _# V' f* ?1 m) A& Z( S+ XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! d. b, g+ L1 {) A# s' l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . O; b) \+ Z5 M6 B9 S; g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( M; o6 O0 {- j+ B% \+ X; [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 b) X6 q! }& P% KHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 V8 @( i8 o' B* [3 mHow you tried to set them free,
( K1 s$ O2 N: p( ]3 }4 M# E$ tThey would not listen they're not listening still, . B1 z& i4 [ T: L" E0 P5 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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