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' u0 i3 P6 M: k4 P; PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " T- Q* V8 {3 u! l# c3 @! M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + k( C: x& R4 ^3 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 s; n9 O# q8 N3 C/ g5 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 g. X! _" }) M4 S' l; U& lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ k. f0 n4 [; t" |; s7 k0 UHow you suffered for you sanity, ! U* z* S0 L/ o" Z
How you tried to set them free,
' ~- D" ^4 ]' X$ m8 u" BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) d& \3 Q; n' b8 t6 \: K1 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - v) N/ l8 S% F" N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; o$ M# m9 ]2 `- y5 i6 [! lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ]$ s% G$ F5 r/ v2 v, f, m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- _. X4 y! N6 N0 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; D! \! e" F- o, t3 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 d% \& N1 C1 L, @. m8 y7 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ |: o9 l6 Y' kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 d, e0 z/ H) ?* Z. ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ A* h3 {: _! a v7 u' \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# R3 V% K; R c6 q# _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 s d) \9 \; c5 v& {* ?1 o9 c) G8 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* I: f: b0 u- c3 V( BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + \9 E* f" F5 f1 X* d# e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 y1 h/ Q9 Y; z0 G7 h SHow you suffered for you sanity,( f, ?" P9 P9 J9 n
How you tried to set them free,
3 z* O( @) r3 y: y' u% b! @1 b2 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
* y2 h+ R5 b+ Q) Y, ?Perhaps they never will. |
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