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4 I1 ~+ L6 O8 {) W- q+ c6 \0 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 B6 B! u9 \; {% I) P9 A' ~* Z7 a$ _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ?3 ~2 P0 W$ [6 U2 J$ v" r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 o( S+ s' U! m' O1 y7 h1 r, hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% C6 L0 X9 B9 h! b0 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: ?( [ x; f# Z% Z; c* ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ~" f$ P0 y; oHow you tried to set them free, 0 ?2 G" M7 o/ U5 _: x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. w' n+ J S+ `* J, h% {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 g& I" ~# D3 E3 F% BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) h, e0 H0 n, dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ]9 Z1 [2 q) O- VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 w) W4 L ^( f, OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 c; {* j+ p9 t# E( S& r; S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : G' m$ W) R3 l) h' m# b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- I) m2 a! S% }6 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, # {4 a* m3 y" E. d; {) L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( f: _5 b: ^/ R3 T) W( `2 Z* a. i* lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 K0 C% U0 z2 U* y7 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 }: Q4 k$ W$ {) G/ P6 ]. l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , |& P8 S9 m3 [) ]" q3 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ P; J7 c, X4 C- pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 G7 ~* _8 e4 `- C% ?% z6 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
- Z8 ^2 y0 @( Y/ o; p2 {' mHow you tried to set them free, 1 x+ v( ?0 X* v
They would not listen they're not listening still, - v1 x$ s! [' { M3 F! x4 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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