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q) J0 K' |4 T0 Q7 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 _% `! U& u- e: m4 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 s8 |) G8 V2 U4 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# |. S: Q: M3 f6 {) L9 G4 e- V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ z& g' c# `, h. X- ?5 h# fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) Q7 Z6 M0 ]& d& |7 H/ {& ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 y. B: L6 h, j! v/ mHow you tried to set them free,
- a) o( e: I! S1 Y, \! eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 x4 L+ t+ v* k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 I% K! }+ `% t/ y8 v( HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' e1 J9 p- T% E1 z8 u& q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " r% s2 M# n8 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ o* x4 l4 j( Z9 } r6 x, tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 P( n$ K& r7 q, g: G- @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) d" e# ]9 x0 i3 E/ JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# f) Y9 r7 K4 t* n9 [7 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 y( e! ^# o8 R, k; n% Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) F2 c* I8 C1 p9 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % T% X# ^2 I* e& m+ y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- h4 J! E+ x) WHow you suffered for you sanity,
( L* x r c; m- s0 Q( mHow you tried to set them free, 9 j7 l- C3 o0 e/ ^+ b9 U3 f% Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 u( {# M* h3 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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