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* \# @; d( W. Y# B7 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! I: Q: n! V4 S6 x* ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) K- Q) l% P6 K3 q: @% F6 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! O! H6 d4 ]$ ~. } u6 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ?. ?9 n% ?8 G" C2 R) x9 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 N# ^5 v; z" X) C
How you suffered for you sanity, ( L8 V, E) N) A$ T1 X2 X
How you tried to set them free, 6 E1 J. b: C% o) `3 v/ w% K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 S3 k& y; d) L) P* [) Y3 G$ HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ]! y# E F7 ^# s* ~- f" H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 R; l8 R& c- H2 {, L! NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 h0 b0 P/ O* L( R- U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( a3 V# C, t1 ?' NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / D$ l! g3 F2 {" V5 t9 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) ^7 }+ T! a% Z# ^& A7 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 x0 B; J+ x/ ~8 l/ N7 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 h1 w; u1 e1 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * d# B6 p9 B5 v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 a1 }( p0 ^. [- e! i5 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) `$ v. T _ s1 |& xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; d' J% [; T9 ^- F+ vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % v$ s' ]! b" m( W( y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , w8 u U; c7 u% x$ M) r
How you suffered for you sanity,, e2 [5 w8 C! l( t, e9 y
How you tried to set them free, Z, ^2 J7 m `* w, q( g" q: k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# R+ a9 i" g$ b: Z. d# [- e2 A: ePerhaps they never will. |
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