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! L2 O( U# n1 S; S7 }) E5 J4 q0 K; zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, K3 q+ s% @! @/ Q! f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : T0 n* w, `! f; f/ P3 s& R2 _* `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 v" a6 X* T9 P, B5 ^7 K7 a5 @& V" z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 U' c8 o" M A) w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 O; ]( U1 e4 M" O* T9 t! X D! ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ v0 }# x' @) m5 ~& s: WHow you tried to set them free,
9 `; v& G1 u( _, ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ^! I+ F& ~1 \' C5 w1 R W$ _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( m! x' ~! K# ~% _# k5 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ~" V0 ?2 ^* X; r& ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 ?( r% g' L1 |& ~; e- `6 b( D9 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 e4 h* ~9 j' ]; v) } XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 D" I) J6 y" ^. C9 _7 ~1 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
^5 Y/ H4 y5 w6 C- C+ tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . H$ C1 R. ^/ a0 ~; S
But I could have told you, Vincent, * r0 G0 R' o0 G- y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 s" s: j5 J* |$ G$ e1 I. c/ BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: q9 M% L8 N( L. l* n; XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; ~% s; Y9 e) b& NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 a; c9 b3 N) Y, `: NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Z, b; [/ O+ [+ t" P. A" b1 {) f. cHow you suffered for you sanity,2 A# x& m4 ?9 W5 e5 P% V( H
How you tried to set them free,
# f8 m* S, I( t7 }- N" HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- A- r* N( C2 G: @Perhaps they never will. |
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