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8 r5 }# _, ~0 r3 k3 N% `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' B# G, }5 ^5 o5 i8 J: C$ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 z0 X* i9 C jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: w7 B0 u$ U% h% w3 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ L/ s3 A& e0 `# \% L# _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 B/ }' h2 M3 p3 D9 S6 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 O# v3 G) u I" A9 w! ~How you tried to set them free,
! D; T% S8 }1 N8 [. E9 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( g4 v( }0 w+ i& p% W7 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; K' `) t$ S+ j5 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, Y$ [! ]) Q3 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 w3 a8 i X% x5 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 H7 |# m: h4 Z/ X* c! R1 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
e) I- E, F" I5 d3 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' r% q" U' o4 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , ~; e. `' D% W) M$ `) F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 F9 P f* v A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ X7 I; Y: f8 x0 J6 x) Q" lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; _! B, s& d' i& h/ ~& K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ [0 ]2 ~* l8 e% _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * S9 R7 ^) c4 Z" a8 d/ T( E1 t) j; Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* f0 w: M1 t3 c2 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, U( a" V- h1 Q% { Y( G2 ^How you suffered for you sanity,) |: P1 _. V( W( T: `+ \, L% C: V# H& ^! j
How you tried to set them free, ' l: J" S( k% H7 c2 x2 b: B7 W
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 w+ P( t, p" H- m* v7 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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