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8 @6 i# L) t2 p3 [7 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) D4 X; S9 S+ c4 T: x0 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& o/ w1 I( {2 w6 s6 ^! P( c% f. \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 z9 Q J, o6 E! ?8 b0 u/ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / v( o0 C: k% Z3 b+ ~) M2 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: I1 m7 m ~+ DHow you suffered for you sanity, H9 k0 y! I7 Q; g" Y& k3 D
How you tried to set them free,
4 M7 \6 Y" e7 m8 _$ U: h4 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - N- X. b9 w8 \0 }! c- @( H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 b) g6 m! Q- u0 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 e1 X; j2 J6 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, j# r. g: c: N# S& W' q1 S
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,
6 C( h- Y) Q+ F! x1 M# P" vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' n+ C+ L0 F6 Y% c& J- D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 K; e! D6 h* f3 t8 h2 ^/ R- U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 n& ~5 s, E W8 Y" B$ b- g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! h) q3 r3 j6 O* A% z# \7 N: y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 D; p) {5 w. [0 L. N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & y8 S, N. \4 Y: G
The 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, 2 A* C1 M2 ?) {; r& D( u2 W; N4 R
How you suffered for you sanity,1 b! G/ _: B) i: F' ]6 z! f
How you tried to set them free,
3 m, S* e: z* Y: [- ?They would not listen they're not listening still, " E' c! U2 C6 [+ @8 K9 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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