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0 H \% u m3 p$ w) d+ EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 B; g1 Q: b3 c& e, T5 v- t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 t$ D& j: b6 Q9 b! {+ j7 v( N7 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' J' e" }4 d6 D4 M# s2 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 G; u; M% R2 b0 w5 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& N( U2 ^9 @: I4 D$ k
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 W+ g+ Y$ B* e# j! oHow you tried to set them free,
! r' V0 i9 ^7 g t. }$ bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 d' n. }: h; t: n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 ?% f* k8 p% |1 S* W* Y: GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 j$ x$ f& G m2 d/ p/ z |4 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 \+ z8 `* n" ?: b- H- G
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, " U4 ?- \7 X* t. O) P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " k, J7 G* R2 E% T' i8 x- m: r& y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 f4 m; ?4 [8 M0 j" c% z( ~But I could have told you, Vincent, ( E+ j6 v& Q4 G, c8 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, h9 _# V, ? |, p: y* QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. g; S( a6 x t7 r$ G* UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 {+ I' R k' ^4 Y& {2 D& L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 l8 N7 n O% s5 u3 c5 t, i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! b$ t9 _! o. |. F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 W& v' g! i5 K6 zHow you suffered for you sanity,0 W0 B) P$ g6 Z8 \( a
How you tried to set them free, - R. {" s0 R4 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, : s7 a, R0 G3 i0 W: P. f4 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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