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' M8 M" m- k- D. F, R8 W" s6 l( L0 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" W) f: Y+ X2 \( P1 S2 m0 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: ^# K1 p9 p5 I2 g1 y/ o$ _7 [2 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( a3 p' c. Q* Z9 U4 L2 \+ k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 {8 i$ k3 ~9 m3 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 |. K, ? r# A" T
How you suffered for you sanity, ; { ~2 K; S9 y j6 w3 B
How you tried to set them free,
# e, W6 S& K4 |; i7 |4 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 x, J- U6 J. }8 _5 U: }% c4 a0 |$ a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % e# d9 w& N7 _3 Q6 C: }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 Z1 m" o5 Y5 N7 L: X- S% @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ c4 [( _) D* O7 I% dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 k1 m* ?5 m5 Y5 O: i) [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / A8 `( t* R1 o' K5 |9 o5 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) n) S) }; a+ }$ [4 W8 s- L! VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 w! E9 L" i) n: ~% c7 z! ]& M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ `; Z& A8 f A+ F! U& pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( c+ O$ _' ]/ y$ Z( U- I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ q8 I D3 _( D d" ?* I5 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 s; Z8 Z' N1 P3 P8 L: RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; a( z' r2 Q# c8 d, w, YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 _0 G6 n/ S4 i/ o/ }9 Z( ^' QHow you suffered for you sanity,1 _' L C5 A- i0 A N, k# g- R
How you tried to set them free,
) D9 t4 }' K: a5 J4 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 x8 h$ R% f2 o' [- l7 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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