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/ e+ k& P& [8 i: BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 V6 L3 @8 z8 C! bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 f& Z- B ]6 W! H5 h$ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 u) n0 `" j) b# w, D! g6 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 v/ i5 m6 i% _1 _: D& jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, k/ G! F( \' x+ E. l) Y
How you suffered for you sanity, $ ~) q9 c g" U- h
How you tried to set them free,
/ [) E; p# T j. k9 @; n+ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* y! p; d, X( g- C7 p" mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 X# ^: N2 |5 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - z9 l5 N- K' [0 X7 g1 X r( j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 A2 N7 F! p U8 Q& ~: i% J& lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - b1 B+ B" s4 w W" q* R9 d2 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% R& `" S$ I9 B7 R7 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ h1 ~- f( N0 V5 P# Y. @8 `! AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; j- [( L1 `+ f3 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, & g- G" [9 U* p$ S+ A7 ~0 C! E, Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 e+ E) b" m/ h* r2 E: o9 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - f' @4 A2 x5 i/ m8 S' @' R6 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 N' E1 ~* f0 a; }: ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* `3 p6 Z* _0 X3 ]- YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% h/ u$ n) Y9 w$ M: ^9 p' BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 e- ]9 m/ v4 _# D! b' P& k3 tHow you suffered for you sanity,0 x6 S/ T/ r0 i1 ~: X
How you tried to set them free, 5 [" e) b5 w% y* w2 t* O9 G7 N [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
F" {, v7 e7 Z1 s" m+ S. F, vPerhaps they never will. |
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