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% Y1 n! c1 |/ h6 Z; g5 m8 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% s% ?( @* [; C+ h' hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 ~( G! L+ Y' Q6 L, \+ I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; A% b) P8 |) M& yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & {0 ~) M$ g/ {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- e# ^+ l6 L' i1 v: b$ N
How you suffered for you sanity, & I4 d/ p; h8 W; I X3 @. W% J
How you tried to set them free,
1 Z' ?# l. b1 { bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ `9 [; m3 G% SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % O+ Q9 m( {. ?6 A8 d, C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + A. _2 B. @$ l! S4 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( c- y7 z& A# MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " k! T6 }7 ?( C& W3 Z, j( a% @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 d6 U& p7 g& o" L' E5 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 Q- c) O) Q9 y! A* M7 f0 s* ^/ M7 ^( n6 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 o! O% F+ f7 H u) V7 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 T2 Q! `3 G+ ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" H2 q& e8 @, L- V, S- PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + q! z* t6 `4 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Y: x% ]! k, B/ R/ Q3 [: }! M0 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 R% n, s+ |( A: r' QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . O/ x& j6 L% j! A
9 {$ g" h& e8 }: j" L: q) h% QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 Y! } R0 b X% `; F8 VHow you suffered for you sanity,9 I4 f0 v( H- @$ ]
How you tried to set them free,
6 y% `$ ^5 `) b1 T3 R4 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) v- E( T! R6 q+ ~/ b& VPerhaps they never will. |
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