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3 a* o) K1 l7 [0 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * }/ T$ m0 {# q* @3 L% ~: J, e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' c9 u3 f2 D9 B& Z% U$ \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! w+ X+ ]) i$ x0 s3 n% v" A1 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 m$ ^4 Y# M' f) x8 B* l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 o& h' z) r5 [: h
How you suffered for you sanity, : t( x1 [# {. V7 k/ L5 l
How you tried to set them free, . T0 L& g3 a/ n) r2 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: j, ~! h" r. r7 i/ d( N2 ]: y: hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 D9 T7 ?, t" Z" E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: U7 W) r, g4 a r# Q# V IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " a' h3 @; P* N% P1 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " @/ a! ]4 b5 \; t4 r% R- t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , O2 r+ {0 r/ Y$ e# w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) b, l) `" m3 O9 \& r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * A+ Y0 V2 ^: d i* _# C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 @6 g4 g2 i, f8 ]1 L+ OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 \* J+ t. b: T/ d% ?6 r. [. E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, j) }0 ?. o# w; y5 q# t6 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) Y3 K) T4 Q/ g( L7 D' R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ G- H' s: L( `& D0 \0 k' INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ k" ]( g6 s4 p* yHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 s5 s4 f7 u* s- S5 _: ~& BHow you tried to set them free, 2 l5 b, w. h7 J/ \7 n& S/ z+ S- \
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 H- v" _$ S1 e0 x' W- Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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