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3 E: W n$ B% Q* EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : n5 F+ C: A( O2 ~4 V9 i9 g+ U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) Y, r$ H7 n. B' p, |% s: nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: ~+ q* W6 J* z( Z. t; g: ^1 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 {( S7 n# h+ q+ V& X N* x& [: m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, X# ?+ M9 X% F
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 R( z3 s: p/ Y/ u
How you tried to set them free,
# |# D) V: T6 m3 R4 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& z0 p; n) Y& |8 p |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . x( T/ G. d$ x$ J5 {0 q- I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 h2 z& W2 A: C( r" RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
K1 d% f6 x, K9 I7 i L$ fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % n2 s1 Y) o2 Q/ b8 x! I3 m& u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 X3 g& E$ ~* N' ?" i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( u6 `) |2 C- w4 ?# w' E) Y. OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 B: P# `' e$ d6 n A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) {( b& o- d1 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ b: T4 B: A' e6 T/ q* ^% ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 s$ O& h# j3 `: _# A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) ^% i, J4 Q3 m6 l0 d" L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* Y6 U' n% F5 H* x5 T4 b7 q% `9 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 r/ F) o" [( P' K
How you suffered for you sanity,
' _" t/ `' j0 g3 r, U1 [4 mHow you tried to set them free, $ M( j: S6 w1 S! K( r9 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# L- l* }; d0 U, K t4 r" q# PPerhaps they never will. |
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