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+ i" [6 B9 t) u3 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 m5 ~1 x9 j( j! Q; p5 V' H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 U' \1 _0 o8 f4 \0 C! f4 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 d8 _, a$ t* ~, X* g4 S6 e! u* RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! j8 ^& `6 |7 N( N! I, x5 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 e1 s/ f* O y" I0 y( n5 S# |
How you suffered for you sanity,
- }% k/ S c# X& vHow you tried to set them free,
+ Y1 I4 H( M- W, G3 r9 x. nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! U; G) s b& i; X" E7 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* e8 I* _4 u8 m& [- sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 G. J+ M; @: T/ y5 \+ y0 v/ SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ?1 [0 r8 Z0 u$ @' Z+ j m6 H1 c+ qWeathered 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,
) ^4 k7 E& |% i7 u: _, GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- t2 p7 u: I- ^, L4 V8 r8 y/ X5 ~( AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 B* \/ A; P; C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 f- C' ]( }. {6 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
_* W6 o" ~( NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( k) x$ K/ s, g& i3 ^. k' {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ~4 s1 F: \5 H+ }$ E1 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( E! \( K% y0 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
]( l: |1 J! m/ mHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 A: V- h1 L# [6 hHow you tried to set them free,
9 r( ~' [4 A. B. oThey would not listen they're not listening still, , u% m3 @$ E6 r6 S% G3 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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