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4 A9 o( \; H# K4 p" a" U ?; tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 L$ F$ t/ f9 x$ C5 _: j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! R) ]9 N7 l- J6 t9 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- M1 u. ]/ W& g) ~* x% K) e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 z; u: s1 Y+ _6 N8 _8 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ A3 O) P; G: O; a% {
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^. I/ }1 W ?+ E# Y- X8 z) fHow you tried to set them free,
7 u! o4 t: E5 C7 d" j4 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 i2 o: ~+ t; W1 R/ X- S# n% y1 W4 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , D# o$ b# @# l* _1 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * _, K3 H* `7 r* d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 z1 L& {3 ^7 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 A- p6 H. c o& ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - O6 ?. R' V; J; ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 @3 G6 C. C2 g" \* K0 E, p& rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, }7 {4 g. ^. Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- F6 W- v5 m6 ^" mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 ?1 r! `) t3 v! F( o [& q+ F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( B, f3 O8 ~3 ?' E1 E% @% gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - e7 o( I0 f( C$ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 k) G$ h" r( R# R2 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : [) a6 v6 x% f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ J& n/ f* s- X6 zHow you suffered for you sanity, f) @4 @" {! L; N3 O; A) G$ P
How you tried to set them free, - q% j \, c1 e& z( j7 ^' W5 i- `, U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ w* Q% s& P' M4 E- u$ y8 wPerhaps they never will. |
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