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7 Z& E+ q2 W) s6 `# l. QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . s; P. `! U1 N# p: x1 K* n& `8 ~( U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / J6 F S$ ^+ n2 f6 j3 _+ {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, v- h6 X: N; H8 v9 ?% A5 m: M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 m. K1 L+ V$ v( I$ ^" X2 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) J- _- w9 A& _How you suffered for you sanity,
- p1 Z& q. _" W" B0 h1 T; B5 pHow you tried to set them free,
8 a9 y) r# [% i3 J/ M% h9 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 N5 P# C$ Y! }/ I/ @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ r0 I. O# m% a3 j; o# P: D% b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 Z; E5 Y: Q+ E# }% ^+ TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ k% T8 _; s7 B, Z1 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 s) y% D( B4 }/ W" I) a1 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 W H |3 N2 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % W) E4 h' ]7 P5 x; n1 b; k6 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 w1 _6 q- C8 K& O O ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 K- A9 v9 z+ ?$ m, i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; Z7 W/ N0 z# S0 ^
- P% d0 q9 ~3 }& z" LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " O6 U. {! A% O- `! W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & L4 g5 L1 z0 F+ A# l7 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ f* w+ v% b' ^7 m- p+ @! xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- A: |0 O: g6 {. n m+ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
) Y) k& l0 v8 u) z% z6 GHow you tried to set them free, % i& A( e" ]/ M. q/ U( R/ W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( M4 h, _, K# e( F& ^+ M( HPerhaps they never will. |
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