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3 t1 t1 C& `# [; L# B# qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % w) U* K, b) R5 a0 o* y' x9 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / }+ L, @( k$ w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 C8 Y; U& }( T: }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ]. y- [+ D6 N, t9 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 |" B6 v, a* z' |! s$ Q- g
How you suffered for you sanity,
; k% g ^ y* R$ P% `* \; ~( VHow you tried to set them free,
. B) U( s" }& zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! Q; z" L( I' s, r% P1 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 `) |# H F9 V% o( p ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " c; |5 Q! l h% \8 Z. ]$ O7 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! n1 R& e h9 \2 n" @3 h# Q( S5 `; KWeathered 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, - v, D% c4 r/ d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; I. \/ f! d# N6 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 X m( t+ _6 p+ `But I could have told you, Vincent, v: a5 c' D% S6 f) x4 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . a5 N; G" r* ?/ P0 m* \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , m3 u& s8 ?9 V7 F) b5 U+ ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 e& f( H/ h* p7 ?; }" y9 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: {( v( O1 q* o/ i+ m. [% Y3 wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 A& x& T2 \, `, u) i9 G; M) g0 ]" L7 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ G* z1 X, @: a- ^4 CHow you tried to set them free,
9 B6 H: f% D. s$ gThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ ?9 z; ]2 r; @* N% p
Perhaps they never will. |
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