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1 Q7 z* `( z# o. ~+ ?& @0 r) u% ~& W" TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + s& \8 l0 N+ o: l8 Q( w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) v% M4 s- ?0 a3 d$ Y3 K& H. }! v7 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% P# A- c Z1 o" o0 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. x1 v7 u5 Q2 F; u* h& aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ m7 x/ T& I9 y' F
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 p: x& J( v, x( i* i6 sHow you tried to set them free,
& L# ~ c n- v' i8 N8 c, yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * v, B. A; `$ ^+ ^+ _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , ~. s9 @: K( } e. g+ o! @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , G" Y% U. }& S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: r( X9 O. W; U+ JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& S! z' h/ q& }& dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; v' H d4 K" A, C" P/ }7 P+ lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: d# N5 X& h: z8 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: V- q4 {9 s0 z; mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" n3 U0 \+ L! ?, p' ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 C1 u! D3 g& L- Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 m5 n5 _' [4 U3 w, f- YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) [2 I4 U+ @) l: F1 ]% r2 n' M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 Y4 B4 \+ u! ?- }! C$ xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # g# v; v) b% b7 |- ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ]8 I# `, V( k8 |9 j! H
How you suffered for you sanity,; O- h9 l5 s0 U0 U. {. h1 R0 G% j
How you tried to set them free, 9 P+ Y$ H3 y) O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 x* j/ Z, f0 k4 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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