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' X: ?% \5 \$ ~, w1 e" K' h$ D7 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; c' j! a- F- S) r: j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ v' p- k: W6 \9 a: cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 [) w, P P6 L+ i1 N0 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ G4 }% }& w, ]9 p: P+ ?" u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! N f" @4 M3 E3 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 N2 T2 p" C% Y6 v7 V0 K' Y$ WHow you tried to set them free,
) R& [" d% D/ T7 o3 m+ Z4 s5 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- m2 J0 Z9 u. m, ?8 J9 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 C4 `0 l9 |0 Z3 g# b! w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 |2 U( o$ E M& E/ j. \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - S% Y3 H9 }; {4 N# ]( Y0 i
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, , ^' L1 x5 y" B A4 p$ D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , x+ ~6 P: r7 T" o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ Y1 J4 n& L. D/ U8 Q4 [! A5 NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( |3 Q( z: ~, k/ BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* a. c- q5 j; a5 M" y. f* E) @/ |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" l' y0 |* T/ H1 a* G3 S8 n3 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " [" e; ^3 ?* f! Q. G$ r4 X
The 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, ) F4 l% K5 g$ }/ y; x. e) E
How you suffered for you sanity,5 I. L) R2 S2 J& [+ m
How you tried to set them free,
& k3 n' n1 g5 A+ oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* S0 Q# P$ v H1 MPerhaps they never will. |
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