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% Z" r' e0 J# U5 z Y: x; IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ]) q! G* l, ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 M+ U& J' Z s# E- q9 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 `. ~# l9 D, J/ Q8 x* V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. Z4 j; V, R; g: L$ x6 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: g9 y9 M2 O* M3 B mHow you suffered for you sanity, : X9 W. F: B1 N) T- o6 ]9 }9 f
How you tried to set them free,
6 l& W. D6 o) _; }# YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 {$ ^! w$ l4 `+ p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 F8 c R- K7 J0 i% \" rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! V( }) o9 g9 W- `5 D# {' v7 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 y" G2 W8 g. K; X h! |9 yWeathered 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, # B, Y/ |" O$ {5 q: N4 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 j; Z6 O+ e& p, `$ D( A" @8 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- D# C1 B' N P/ k) Q/ g( YBut I could have told you, Vincent, : c E; @4 @+ T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ]0 v3 L, A3 I1 m4 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 v- |% r P& X' r4 O: }2 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . g6 h9 x* U) s3 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , Z9 _; d: x" v* }3 B" b
! {2 x+ K6 R7 S8 H, w' ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 {- k/ e j% t# o8 N3 z, aHow you suffered for you sanity,
, v) i7 K! U& p* q9 yHow you tried to set them free,
; w+ i* q5 S9 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ O2 ~- [" s0 @; {4 h- jPerhaps they never will. |
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