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0 U* t% l6 o3 {. o6 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 ~6 ?; M- H1 U: I$ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& ?8 j2 @# w9 j" [$ w/ \% K6 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" P0 ~/ W) L6 K2 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- d- R0 v/ h( ]- b, B$ i2 f* C' O2 O1 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. z9 }+ M" u5 F! S* t6 @$ ? }
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 F8 E9 K; t5 J, UHow you tried to set them free, 2 i9 x* P7 B7 n1 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* h. a7 N) o( i; i# O) `" l7 t: @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 H1 J" w6 d1 v2 {) ~. q! |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ~$ U7 k) [/ `# ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 E8 s4 t) Q- u( j, D& UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Z0 Q+ ]- w0 i2 a( N7 c1 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, x/ y% u; V' P# kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) y5 t3 f+ x: {6 E$ i, ]# BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( E9 t$ `) c6 K; w3 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ?. [& Z- P/ l$ F, S: lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % V( D4 @* M" r, u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* V8 F4 a; }5 `' K/ p/ M3 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! \2 s/ J+ a9 Q3 y3 h9 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % s4 W; Z( J9 v0 ~/ D' C, N( ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 F2 |( t0 R, k w
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 z# l+ F. I6 g* E& SHow you tried to set them free,
1 i7 P, L+ }/ y6 q! EThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( X7 w+ g* e6 f& x, ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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