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% I" n1 ~2 |# ]! n3 b- bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 U" f9 `! A: B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 `: R) z6 B* ^ y' l' M/ \' IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 d4 t1 {1 d$ U- w' wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : z+ V, i. N; t7 r9 k4 b; c5 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 f b4 k* m+ X) p; p2 a# j, ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ^2 q" Q( G; P" F* XHow you tried to set them free, , h- Y/ {1 E# y. Y1 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 O8 @/ m m% A8 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # O) b' p/ G5 i* M# D- M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; y; u* D8 F; T2 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 J7 T$ f3 L, J( \: @; v. vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : z9 {$ p( m/ k1 m% B2 d
9 c4 ?/ x+ B3 I$ D0 x8 f! DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 m9 z2 W- Y `- d8 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 j/ h8 C/ }4 E; a+ KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. I1 r( d+ Q8 XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ c% r5 }2 C- C& F! D4 S* FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 {6 L+ L4 B( ?- y1 d$ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! q! ^, V. w0 s. Z/ m; L4 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 n; N* E Q" L: \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 T: H& r* \% C; f6 K1 v) cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . f y2 A5 H1 I7 \, f; J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 ? A& X8 S! ?& Y: g7 _. a
How you suffered for you sanity,
) d# l* Y# i$ S6 l8 j1 F) aHow you tried to set them free,
5 } Y* I* a( n3 d% zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 B, X0 k! l' o) @. i h$ wPerhaps they never will. |
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