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7 k9 y' }2 A$ k5 F* i" l, zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 k5 ~ }! ^! Q2 d5 F6 j( W* ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; t c+ H# |$ O; @, a. AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 C8 X' b! a! E W& mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 _2 X6 o2 N1 e- P- u/ eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* n0 t6 i$ X' x0 @* \How you suffered for you sanity, / E+ j# z6 s* ~* t' a: f
How you tried to set them free,
# \+ ]) x; g1 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) @7 n: i& i6 z1 a% i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' p0 a) \: `* }- s: {+ W. U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 Q9 i+ i! Y; u$ ~% l5 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & [. M. ~) f4 p6 k# ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 F9 ?9 p, Y- }3 B- c* yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( C2 U# l, M# y: C& h, bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: H: z$ g2 ?+ x8 l. BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
~6 y+ z' O: C5 A9 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 J" e* f# ~7 J) vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 ?* i9 F. w' f0 S2 x/ V9 W# j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' g+ u. x: W% q3 E E2 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 w% s! U. m9 P! ?/ jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 N$ _" r9 B3 A6 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 u M9 m$ M! a* K; g" F5 }1 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
( W/ J" o1 _/ D/ l) VHow you tried to set them free, 6 u1 G, ]# U8 t6 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ K+ f. k3 d- y/ U3 _Perhaps they never will. |
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