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' b7 u. m9 m5 G4 O( j# d qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # U' r9 x# Q* D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 u9 W- t% n+ s) _* V) `) |8 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 J/ R6 N! X9 e" i0 @% |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 Q& |' K: F+ u6 O5 U% I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, d& l" ?. m' B4 X* d4 \* J. `How you suffered for you sanity,
9 {! r. S) X9 G# U7 o4 U I' DHow you tried to set them free,
D8 s6 [( i7 g! ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & x7 O( V3 W$ F) [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : {; h' v2 A. b5 U2 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' @; u" w; O; }& H( p) c- l0 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . n( `( h3 ]* v$ F) X, U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& o1 _- b+ i( Q! TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + ^0 p% t- T5 [1 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( t- Y" H$ X. L& s6 _* B. s9 V7 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 a8 X0 D, Y8 @) K% G
But I could have told you, Vincent, + v* }: X* _6 k; |1 I4 i% |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; h5 Y5 Q/ m( x( \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( E6 h# F0 A. z4 w2 Y" mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ d% h8 U6 P6 {! HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' g( Z) T6 e2 ]( Z9 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( ^$ |0 U- F$ J, R2 |5 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; l, o, d8 {$ C7 i5 n: S* J& f5 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
- t6 o2 H- s& _How you tried to set them free, $ @ Z n! S [5 t
They would not listen they're not listening still, % `' L9 i% \' w1 C4 W8 ^1 D/ [
Perhaps they never will. |
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