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, x- j& y n7 u& u+ a; _1 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! w% j6 D0 A* A0 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 a/ F; F9 x; m3 A4 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 d0 J- \5 B6 P2 }6 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( q3 J# t8 W/ FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 `% Q' S3 V8 T: l3 THow you suffered for you sanity, \' v# e9 m1 C9 n! k
How you tried to set them free,
* M! O1 r5 i- eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / B* H9 H: ?/ t2 ]/ W9 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ Z" K5 p, J. h! W) Q3 v" aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) l8 K1 y' y6 h7 `# P( i- t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 t, B- E& n9 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 V& l# T/ |& ]+ E% FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 g: I4 @8 e* R* hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& O$ ` ?8 Z( c2 l" J p0 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( y3 [' `) M- I q0 W, [5 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, C7 b8 q G* P/ n# Q8 ]6 U9 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 E" B5 D$ m& T: N# `$ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + W6 h, z8 J7 g* P8 X( E+ k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ]9 i* A0 h; L8 P8 Q a+ MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |; D/ z& G/ y9 e- O f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % l; z* ?" J" V* S# { e0 f
How you suffered for you sanity,9 ^) Z% o) R9 T+ Z( ~! l$ i
How you tried to set them free,
$ ~$ a% h7 N5 e Z- @+ x4 m: j9 v# q# EThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Q' d" _' i% } L- ?1 m8 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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