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0 V! m3 V$ x. x6 X6 X* k/ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ X$ D b. Z/ t7 {4 F8 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% v* t/ \0 O: i+ ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) k) g3 T! r8 q/ X9 w" LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* D! X/ K: H" r6 _5 z, T% j# DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. g3 W+ x; J: k F, @9 i1 h/ ]
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 a2 q( F# m. {2 \8 s, `
How you tried to set them free, * r4 {4 v5 S% Y4 k" r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 A3 q C' e- Y# N% e6 z& O/ i" ]0 H- G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 w3 c! [- w& |% R" e2 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) _/ ]& R* n# ~% [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ S4 H, A% ]$ x4 Z- E# u+ U; PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % K; m6 I. y+ w% b
7 X7 X% ~1 G1 N9 y B' ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 x4 ^/ X/ X8 p& w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 K4 \, d: P! q/ A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & V0 w6 S0 C O, G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 j' \1 @& c$ `/ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 A( }$ C7 r& K: jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ u' e- c" z% Y4 w4 x7 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' e1 k& Q3 |* G% x. NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& h5 |' d+ C* J2 ?, F7 [, p9 C4 C) [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " Z, l6 M: z8 [$ |' X- |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% v% h2 o& U& S" CHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 \) m. z5 [+ h* i2 THow you tried to set them free, 6 e5 f: m4 G1 N: l3 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 W# }' Z+ [1 {/ ]8 Q0 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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