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' r$ j: l8 X! s1 w0 x) jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : Z6 G1 N0 e" j+ C) [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" j: Y1 n( ]2 b9 m2 T5 W8 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ \% l5 A; S3 l! z- r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
L3 R# \; Z9 p3 J S( h" T) DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 F8 U* T1 U4 S6 E# K% A
How you suffered for you sanity, & x. Q3 g9 ?4 ?+ T
How you tried to set them free, 8 d$ t: ^4 @. Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& u3 I2 e0 ~$ p2 d2 O2 F m1 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 p3 P0 y/ V& y9 {$ e# f0 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, {% \0 n. M1 R9 f4 S( S9 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 X5 l/ V) y8 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 u$ ]1 A5 T$ h4 Y( y: E1 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* T5 ?, G+ \3 T$ h' cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ ~& B' j3 s: ^( x5 B9 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; t2 K/ K' o# I6 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* X: S) J- k, W/ { |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 O# q: ~( X0 ]" `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 h: R. @7 L6 Y. Y- F1 z, h; c5 W1 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 f* u# x4 W: G* dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( R3 ^* w8 G' d7 M% b+ h4 Q6 l2 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 r9 U& n9 m+ r) O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : T" m! X/ ]+ d
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 z+ u# c) T" v2 [& tHow you tried to set them free,
: K R0 k0 G x4 X5 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ T C1 ]/ ~/ A( ?: R2 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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