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2 C3 A, m7 i: `8 l+ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - q% o0 _; c1 u3 O" E9 X2 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ K8 z: D( k+ D6 d2 m7 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- d Y3 A) x0 U6 B$ B# f2 j3 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 q2 ?9 Y; }+ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ h$ v$ [+ g2 G; e7 P
How you suffered for you sanity, % u4 l6 r: L! P+ F3 F' i6 K
How you tried to set them free, & T& @- W0 e6 l( O* {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 v6 c! |: D& ]2 z+ j$ c) Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ?. } `/ c8 d( c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 E4 a2 a: |' H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 V( R: ]: R( e, _* U! r' q( s" U0 BWeathered 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,
3 l+ M2 e! l4 o) oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! t' z6 k K# C; g: OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 A! R5 y6 ^" U' q5 LBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) `/ y/ S( g/ r& o" b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / ?9 L: k. j! h2 x( d+ N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' w2 j w/ V: m/ O) c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / y$ ?7 w- m0 |( D7 M* o4 w/ g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' p2 H5 p' H7 _) e! }4 Q0 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / g2 m3 ]6 ?8 r6 |
9 u$ n _- ~$ e0 y8 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& f6 n3 y9 z! G1 [- jHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 l. i' r: Z# wHow you tried to set them free, 2 M# k i" |: i% E3 o. p* m
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; L: W( Q* q! Z: q2 H& O# g9 F) s
Perhaps they never will. |
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