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0 z5 @8 a3 L& Q9 y2 `& oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) B6 x- Z; s5 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: E" i, _2 V, v* i3 _: R; v. \) U& UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: i" l$ ~# E% x/ A5 F% P, k7 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: j$ G9 o+ r! m1 g5 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 l! D8 s+ V0 ^& UHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ s# B9 W/ E" N. I$ l. M, KHow you tried to set them free,
: F4 M3 ~/ v; t; e) ^7 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 i' u0 t$ q) v/ tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / a, I5 j4 @) Y7 H+ A4 a' m' Y- X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& c" k* q3 q, ~/ ]9 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, z# w* }5 c9 r4 S! b) P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * r: {& ~$ q1 P% Y# C) T% N& M$ b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# r6 p4 q# Q, p6 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * A* W( G- Y1 w* U; h# M9 U! W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 t/ ]7 h* c' h6 k' Z5 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 h' O- T6 i0 \+ D8 l8 f7 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # |6 ~: w# X4 u6 f% a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" p$ Z. H# x( _& zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ Q: M7 T3 R0 |+ e0 \9 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% o4 `6 r! D& h9 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 \0 J+ G6 v& I* V' M6 c4 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 p P @7 k% q0 g7 b2 }How you suffered for you sanity,; d" Y8 a3 W+ T8 w* G1 ^9 g
How you tried to set them free,
# ]6 K; S% E3 q1 x1 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 y0 ?5 a5 J; y% b2 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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