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2 v! z: |6 l( z, @/ `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 M$ [* V; s( v% i8 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' ~$ y8 n7 I, m0 C- B4 h/ d+ WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& g5 V0 \' f6 \2 T& ^. wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& @8 X# _5 t4 Z& qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ g I( G: K: l7 P
How you suffered for you sanity, ; X: ^# ^$ G* j& i# [
How you tried to set them free, ! V2 L, G1 F. R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. _( o% w3 @/ b8 } ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( l- _7 d* \" `/ F4 T* Z% USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Y( ?) q) N) VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# ^$ n) h, R5 d; T$ FWeathered 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, 4 x5 P1 O1 L3 Q! V5 M# Q7 I g# l8 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 v' A- u- v+ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( }0 v. B b* f {: t0 d$ e; P( M/ w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- Y t$ z( k+ m+ E! Y9 K1 F/ yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : Z7 R) ~; E+ h& X2 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( J/ \+ a* s4 c) Z$ {* x: P( [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 Z% I1 }" I% q5 s/ u: |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . o- B$ \) r5 W0 ~) S D
d+ n4 b0 u0 H4 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 m( i( o1 a- m
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 G( s2 Z/ r0 V- |5 U0 h- V) pHow you tried to set them free, - O7 Y: P5 N; A6 {7 S/ ]$ {7 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, % P6 N- c% F3 Z' M
Perhaps they never will. |
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