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7 _; q% l$ z2 W1 x( g1 {. f1 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * C% y) L3 p% c- O# f% l8 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ _5 _" p& q7 }7 b1 A0 ]. U. i L9 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) O& m; Z" R$ ?- lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! w. m* n0 _8 }1 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ Z* H* b3 A6 O: OHow you suffered for you sanity, $ B1 @7 { q2 A ]3 {( F. D0 {
How you tried to set them free, 3 O0 c1 k& F5 {. w5 h7 e3 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% I) y: D: ?$ w1 `8 F2 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 T; g1 U; ?! @5 a0 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 U: b. n! w5 l! W0 S8 |& k7 N) W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" |! S2 g; D; n% }' Q U0 k% zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; \" U" Q- I4 Z: `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 y7 _) |2 I3 X. _3 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 o6 W8 | y S: O+ U' B- MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 y; u, t" j& G4 S7 l" B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 R+ W/ Q5 ~* ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # \$ C5 y$ q* v) ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : x F# U( D% s) q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 X2 J) P( m$ s+ }/ P1 } J" tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- v$ W \3 f4 N3 b- f4 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 Q: w3 v& V% Z/ N* E
]% k' G6 g2 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ~9 k, r1 {' u& fHow you suffered for you sanity,
* A3 t5 A. L2 F7 u! j! R! JHow you tried to set them free,
; Q& H# E6 A5 C( ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
% `, ~& C, T$ F$ S( R# t5 XPerhaps they never will. |
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