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9 k( c3 a0 j6 ~" @# R% wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : s* c) `, o" O0 l! v1 [0 P( ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# j6 r( q2 \- Z2 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& a1 |2 m3 M: _6 h6 B% pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
{- J; o! L8 { S, h+ oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 K; ? {" W) c+ k8 P, _. o' S* K6 S. ^
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 O; D( }0 Z) u, i$ Q% B2 ~
How you tried to set them free, : Q" K Q/ B7 @$ p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- L% ?/ `- f- W {1 z: y# k% R6 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
a) F( q( @3 i P9 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 d4 l! V: o1 {( m; Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % Q, d9 U8 z) |1 U6 r' E
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, ( l" A$ m3 ]7 K+ D T5 u/ n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 Y) D. j3 x+ R S1 l8 N. b/ k$ _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* \2 N/ V. V5 ~/ oBut I could have told you, Vincent, . }! J0 S! z G7 s( m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. a$ M' g8 G! V) o& L% e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( t$ M N: v, _1 j, {5 x) YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : {$ G/ ^ n, R: _4 p- R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ]7 \/ \4 E: w. ~7 F6 m: zThe 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, & p, @* K: Y. e" H
How you suffered for you sanity,2 Q/ v3 O2 T2 S! W
How you tried to set them free,
! F w9 b' s4 b% r1 l$ wThey would not listen they're not listening still, * N% Z+ P l3 K9 y0 A1 s0 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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