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6 o) K3 l, q: {4 o6 n. G9 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 e; }# H1 H; w4 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * B! |- H1 W/ C$ l2 ?# [9 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 \5 J* {# N1 F! w2 R( }9 B3 ~8 Z5 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & X* x6 U% d8 K1 Q0 ^9 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, F7 q) N$ H; m
How you suffered for you sanity,
& l- }% @# ]/ @& {+ _4 bHow you tried to set them free, & j7 ^6 m$ Z1 N" _3 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + d; [# f9 E: E+ `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ? y$ c9 z( j2 v1 U( MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 G1 ]8 n6 W* s4 K, Z; f0 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 O; h8 q3 A& H: [7 x$ \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: E( J: j" Q7 i& j- w) e( jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ t% u3 q7 N i! O- e; r' G# g, y, LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, X6 o$ w; ~) y4 }" n% o5 o1 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; r% `* k/ N# f- Y: k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* w, S& _* N# I# Y; |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 F) G" c. R6 u% ^' u1 f1 Q/ CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( c7 i b8 U7 I' m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 a( }" M4 |% U# rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * g8 b& A4 k- h7 X, g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 n0 x; @* V: s( H
9 c5 U! |4 G" @% v* _9 M) j+ \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 v4 Q, y5 D5 l, E0 B7 ~& a
How you suffered for you sanity,
: Y! N: ~# J+ ~How you tried to set them free,
/ K4 B/ ^ A& nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; g& F7 a8 e3 ~. T4 u$ IPerhaps they never will. |
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