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Q! K" N O, s/ T. ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 O" n2 x/ {* G1 c0 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 {$ ~1 c( j6 {" b: [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% d Y$ f, G" f6 x: M) ]1 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . [# [: k4 n3 e3 e% R9 V; q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; o2 U8 O9 }0 Q9 `
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 S+ r9 w# P2 @: s. f
How you tried to set them free,
% L/ c4 P/ I: n2 D1 I p' ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 Y5 z. h( R6 A* H. K$ t9 C. h" G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ @' v6 s& [! [3 @( Z9 V2 ?. [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: }1 B- E: G; KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ F: C4 m5 e! g7 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* s z" `. _' t* j: w6 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + B1 z' n% ?, ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 F! c( C- D: GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* l* v+ G3 U/ Y2 w/ x7 ^+ ~( Y0 E7 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ j* o# I; }" p) Z6 u3 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ h( j2 q5 N" R* e: d+ h3 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% x2 l6 c: o ` [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ~: ]( w2 P2 } @2 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 W. _3 ~( Z6 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( q0 B0 _& R3 Y5 C+ G, }
How you suffered for you sanity,' j6 d: m# k8 _1 [
How you tried to set them free,
+ {! ~0 z6 c: }5 NThey would not listen they're not listening still, " Z( C% [0 k: ^& q) k# c; g, l
Perhaps they never will. |
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