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}8 e) Z6 Q9 p; \, n8 H/ F0 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ S& j" A& x. e6 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 k! w' `2 {6 Z5 ?* k5 s* QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 m" S* ^6 f5 x9 u+ ~: aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' i3 ~7 l& V4 x }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 S6 Y: K; O/ _2 M- m
How you suffered for you sanity, # i; V7 L. _: u. Q
How you tried to set them free,
8 X% W1 l8 {9 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) E/ M, E4 ? mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! y0 m/ `% X% s, o' vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + R3 c8 e* Q3 y/ i* C0 K) N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . T' [! y- B6 w# O( }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 A5 i4 t$ t2 \2 I1 D3 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . n. M* r9 Y' n/ b1 Y* y1 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * e1 i9 [# ]3 x# r/ U$ S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, C0 }( @1 g" K7 H6 X n6 J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 X9 {" I4 h* g9 [2 K: N L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , w2 I5 N5 w; @6 @7 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " ?. }7 k* M% g, `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- W8 Z6 b+ j2 j9 S, m: P3 Y" CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # \) j( [' ]. x4 Z6 o) [6 A6 Z( r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 }1 y7 W6 I5 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* g r" A+ z* {, rHow you suffered for you sanity,0 @% a6 _1 p O% b* e! U+ P
How you tried to set them free, % R4 A7 F& d+ }# Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 [6 f; c1 a3 D& I8 l/ D! QPerhaps they never will. |
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