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n- t. y3 F; r# q( E% J2 Y9 l% y6 @4 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . {5 S( A O- d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' E' K6 s) j- {! m+ N+ x/ P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 L4 I$ t( |( a& {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * d1 D( U4 N$ L3 ~$ _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: X8 R/ X; X P1 f- r- LHow you suffered for you sanity, }3 R( R% b4 J/ w1 i# Q6 y
How you tried to set them free, 5 s Z$ k# C. F: d- ]! A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 z- `8 j J7 }- d2 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 v: p( d2 {, j3 |! _5 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 {/ p% L4 e1 k# @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! |5 A/ X; D ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & w0 t4 u! r) M; K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, K! C3 y7 Y: t. q2 p( a! UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 m ~) @1 l/ j! W, k! i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 Z( `( O3 U; ?But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 h: v$ ^5 M4 N& C3 E/ G: m5 p$ p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 N `- `1 r9 \% \5 ~! m P n2 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 B- [/ Z e- c. H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 o" {. ^4 H4 \2 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; B/ z9 r* c/ J( y4 b5 [0 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 C4 Q5 _" B7 y0 w2 @+ U; s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 v8 o8 G, l$ I) y8 F) ]How you suffered for you sanity,5 _$ {5 }/ U; Q. x) H T
How you tried to set them free,
3 y* y* a: S- t# I& U8 Y7 A2 \They would not listen they're not listening still, r0 O/ c% D U8 g5 ~# A' ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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