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: o$ s# u8 ]7 K x4 C! KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, R. E6 v. X% \6 C$ a1 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - x1 B8 R& |: Q$ r6 j, B( B. O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 f3 a% t" n+ h' \2 ]% w" a- ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& r& M! q: n9 Y& n3 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 r8 o j. l" e6 ]1 W2 \
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 ?2 R5 E7 g' V: G( f8 G% k
How you tried to set them free, 1 k' R! D0 ~8 m+ B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ {$ O' |; J2 v! F8 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
S1 G% e( R7 w6 x4 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % s' n1 t2 Y1 P' ?6 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 f4 H% ^ T% n! bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , G7 }8 I0 w+ H! v0 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; q# j& q% X! _8 g( \: x3 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' P, \7 p1 \2 T& K; h: X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 s4 }! a# g0 W7 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, + Q. M- K C2 l: r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, E6 z+ S4 i }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 [& X) V$ K0 {4 V5 X. WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " X4 k% a2 E- {) |: l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- X" g5 w/ l- {/ _4 K( m' P6 o: IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . I- s: D, a5 w! f1 j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 A: O8 ]: b( S
How you suffered for you sanity,1 W5 {: g5 y7 b H" N- g# @# M
How you tried to set them free, ) ~+ `+ o3 ?0 ~+ t6 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) O1 v3 [2 A9 T7 u! w% v
Perhaps they never will. |
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