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. W# s6 j2 ]! U# U* t, s( ^% OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + F7 k& G7 }2 x8 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 q7 k. T2 K: g$ ?* ?# U* a5 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 O# S, \% A2 ]' U7 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ?+ y7 }/ T$ d+ D' Z, p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# {1 g) d8 _# K+ L! Z' X- d/ v
How you suffered for you sanity, $ f. {( B4 a* W7 m' ?+ Y6 L" [
How you tried to set them free, 9 D- }# K0 v. ]0 \1 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 V) d, {' b7 O" H/ m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ s1 w: C: R+ D- {0 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . _) g( ?7 m! e5 S7 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + F2 g; E' u3 h+ |4 O
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, ) r- y/ b4 e% l" d3 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! M* l/ x7 ?( f/ a; J2 U5 D( \- x5 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
t B: |- o# x! A0 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( L: p9 }9 } g6 Y2 {+ h# q6 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 \4 Y2 q- c9 E) q/ \ V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( L- a; d' o: W5 m+ u/ x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! D9 P+ u- R/ XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & j# r9 ^/ \# u+ S* x/ l- T
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,
/ [' X' a) d( V( x$ f+ JHow you suffered for you sanity,* P* }' b p+ e5 p8 o
How you tried to set them free,
# m$ r c1 s" x. F1 K- wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 g3 {+ o3 h9 h, }Perhaps they never will. |
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