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( y5 }8 V6 S" x6 }5 H" n8 R# r- eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " l) U7 b6 G9 p6 {0 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 B) t% T! D. Y, {6 U$ J7 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 `: ~7 {" \, `# M# q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. g# f) B! M0 O$ cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% a! u' W" ~/ P0 LHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 f. z7 ~$ n* C6 h w
How you tried to set them free,
# E& S+ R" f4 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : }1 e* ]; H) N" C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , F2 n3 C# _. A( q1 O: K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- Z* c+ u3 T+ _9 k9 J- B0 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) `- N/ ~/ [5 [ }; u- r+ U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" v" {# L X+ x# o1 k6 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 N% ]: \$ m! ?* n% F5 ^8 v1 y" c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 h0 L! r& P; H i- ?4 L$ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ S; V; s$ Z# D' u* T: jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# m. p- `1 b; ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 ]4 q8 C9 c6 D) k- V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) g9 ?- V5 r0 u4 z) W1 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. _( e& k! |9 a/ M4 g1 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 g& M6 i/ u! C; |3 x; o# E) nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 t( o" {- ~/ n% o2 h7 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ]: b# ]! V2 ^6 ^4 M5 }7 {( T
How you suffered for you sanity,6 v5 N8 D! m" h8 N+ b
How you tried to set them free,
5 G: r! \$ i9 B0 I8 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, % a6 O6 K& c/ Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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