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4 U' `8 h) L5 A3 y2 B$ [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 i' @: P: A. j% R. l: B; Z8 Y1 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 o+ j# V4 j7 O0 S# T6 z4 Q+ Z$ ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) R3 `/ u. J1 E4 V5 F% t& v6 E$ WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ `* I. o G% }. O3 @$ |9 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! e: j( [, x. I
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 [ A. Z* Z! n) O: m- z. q6 R( nHow you tried to set them free, * n% H. @( L( `' E9 m {1 Y( K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 J- b: I E# o0 f) `0 H1 }8 l) hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- B, C+ N+ K5 _1 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 b. P" @. b$ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 Y' T7 _8 A6 K+ K
Weathered 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 ]0 {' ~1 Z6 l. W; [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 J( [# z. {1 T6 I4 ~) U0 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & G: r! p' ^9 |5 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
f" {8 K9 G/ m& ]; v) SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 ?; ?$ s: K! K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) S$ I0 F- P; c) L) }8 q# HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! Q8 ?, A6 c2 v# [0 }1 i5 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# q; d% Q" I4 |# M) b/ j! t6 r# rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / }6 i/ c6 m' d/ Q6 c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / O$ _. Z" Q# y; E% {
How you suffered for you sanity,
! J& F, K4 l( A( D+ I4 RHow you tried to set them free, + t& R, ~* Y) A0 @7 d5 Y+ r( T
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 a" x9 U# Z6 u; J# b8 U/ K
Perhaps they never will. |
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