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8 X" ^& {" c8 L$ |- Z7 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
o2 s5 S" ~- {( ]* |1 d! hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # h& k. Z% I6 J3 [( f- F4 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 v3 I/ Q x" Q- N6 ?. P3 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - G4 f% b/ A, G, Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- h) f% {( r- ~, \- i9 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
\3 R. n7 n" j* _4 yHow you tried to set them free, ) @$ Q7 o% d7 D2 [8 O1 v; k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! A9 a8 m" @: B6 ~; d4 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* t/ Z B: d8 f. \9 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 x4 U. L' c7 e* s; ^7 G! Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 t2 R0 y- V$ V3 g6 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . c' Q' { w9 {0 @2 u4 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 w; D9 Z0 h& `& c' G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % D. [- `9 z2 }& S) n9 ~/ m2 o9 d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- E9 Z- Y8 o* W$ N8 P3 o5 r0 o( Y6 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 b, I# j2 n7 n3 W& e( g9 r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 o, Z0 ~# ~" Y8 k9 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * m' W4 m W' s2 Z0 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Q9 ?1 ^0 }- R$ zThe 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,
8 D: g" p. H- j7 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ w; W" _5 B1 P* w1 ^$ k4 W& J% y& aHow you tried to set them free,
0 b' k7 R' m/ Z9 y+ }+ KThey would not listen they're not listening still, % H0 D) i0 `7 A& N
Perhaps they never will. |
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