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: ?2 m$ | V# I3 y* {9 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # S" Q- _, U" @1 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 U l% P5 n F l, ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ } s" B- S3 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 O) ~% }# X0 K" c5 t! N+ c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 P" s4 Z4 h K- {- |
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 |+ ^9 b$ O: G* `' K0 R, x: j
How you tried to set them free, j2 ^! d7 m3 P- c6 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + L8 f3 u' v4 _! K0 j) u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 }" T W! P$ s' Y+ B5 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + f" O# S9 K3 A) z: s5 M/ r( D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % Z: j7 ?8 _( G6 N. L7 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 T$ L8 b2 [3 @4 B1 D; lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Q* V: S" F- K! k- z9 }4 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . B2 F5 k# m) D2 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 t* c; J: y4 t. fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" x0 Y. Q* G0 \2 Q6 r0 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ b- W" e+ u* c% f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # G9 d o& @; l4 j P5 x/ n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& M) ~1 B( h, X& y( n8 b7 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. b( A& {3 w; cThe 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, 0 Y* I/ J" q% F, Y: ~* C- Q, C
How you suffered for you sanity,& m( `4 j. R9 f% l6 O
How you tried to set them free, ( ^# d# v- x, p4 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 x8 V/ Z) J& V" ~! ?1 D* P
Perhaps they never will. |
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