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4 @8 O5 R+ o% E$ hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 a; s; M" Y' L( B+ n! Y, l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" `4 ~) Y- I3 c* P2 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 t+ E& G( B2 q9 _1 [; W' t/ j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " S% {9 i1 a9 |: D9 w d; X$ }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, Z0 G/ C% k. N9 U, m' \ w4 |
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 |4 `9 d( p( `9 l/ |" E3 l$ G
How you tried to set them free,
" a9 C# V, o% a- W' Y* F$ {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 V8 q! V! v! XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 k( G. ^% i3 P, _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 _; m6 q" l0 m7 z0 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! s0 W: U1 }% e0 H3 H. W, IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) U+ |) p0 n8 O( \$ `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : `2 \: Y$ V5 i" p2 R. Q4 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, d* d7 U5 f, v; m9 L% T' UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " | k0 N7 b2 M; ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, % K: O8 s) f* o1 S5 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ~2 K: ~$ U' }: a, N6 B. t5 h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 S# ~) t* j. ~8 s) i: w4 I- P" uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' B% f; T: @* [9 |& N: X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& s5 S, k& B% ?3 b/ [: k8 FThe 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, $ \1 c! q+ O$ U M0 |( o% ^* N, N' v
How you suffered for you sanity,
( Z& g- O" r P; {How you tried to set them free,
6 u' v9 M8 \: z% E3 G: `6 J" rThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 Z3 d0 R: i9 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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