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& ~) B& n6 `4 I+ G% O) `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' e! H% D( X) E$ G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 z% R! @' X0 S6 I- n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 _1 ^8 k, J2 u J% t2 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 _" m2 @% j% e7 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 y3 q8 v- _; Q5 D/ CHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 K5 b4 m) E5 s+ G: O
How you tried to set them free, ( \" _9 K7 Q8 z6 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! U: w# H; S" N0 V% y+ Q$ J7 c# |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / J/ w5 y; j( x1 z s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 i) W( g. M" U1 \* L7 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 q6 `/ h' o6 B5 J0 O/ b+ ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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N1 S2 w- c' }! r5 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! X0 E3 C m0 J ~4 g+ G" g3 Y# f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , L. E7 M+ c* f2 G$ d: O7 z* o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 |. b0 ]' t+ s2 r& QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ U) @& |7 b s$ |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( r: Q9 ^* E5 z1 c9 u
: [; T3 J/ |! F$ z( J$ j6 N- }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ h: q! A8 O% Z! h7 f. s5 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , j _5 Q: d. Y1 F& f7 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 ?$ r: {2 }8 n* x/ {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 h& ]6 n4 t% U/ h+ N6 k) a) @" Q0 s9 o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 P& l- ^& v" A. rHow you suffered for you sanity,3 C" r, e' d/ D: T/ \
How you tried to set them free,
" T a5 G- B8 A) BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! e. F( ^' r6 g5 `5 Z( uPerhaps they never will. |
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