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0 x2 F" x3 |- u: l) D7 p( GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / Z: |; r$ i9 b4 q% T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ q! v( {6 ~$ ?2 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 i8 a1 R% v! X! P3 ^- ~; o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* Z5 o7 |: e& ^/ e3 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 n* i' w7 ^8 f( Y
How you suffered for you sanity, - d8 G) N. w. J9 ~; r
How you tried to set them free, ; u8 C! n7 p2 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 c$ y# ^1 \5 f3 n! `! oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( T; K4 H8 L: z" H3 o0 }: G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' G5 i1 W* l* W! X' e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' l* [7 R6 |- F5 X2 [2 C4 H- WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 W3 p; { I% w1 Q6 t5 g' U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ u3 c$ J3 K3 w8 x2 Y3 c9 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, ? C/ P1 \5 ?& w' z9 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , n; f8 n# L; H; g( V% R @$ B! l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" w8 [. i" c5 L. t# O0 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! D2 `0 C. ^$ S' J3 U1 t7 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 O! } H6 o0 d! H2 t+ Z6 l: WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 o1 j) O% }- Y' rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ i8 m M, m' J* ~% J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 Z5 D }" J9 R' zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) v: b1 B. b1 N" ~How you suffered for you sanity,% s% }& ?0 y, ~ V8 L" s4 n. P
How you tried to set them free,
- b/ ] h9 X2 K) T, VThey would not listen they're not listening still, & z$ w; U: o b
Perhaps they never will. |
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