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6 L' E" c0 O) _3 \* P R0 K) ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ ~5 g* ]( r3 @ t; B- t' B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 R1 z1 [8 C' |1 q" x$ L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! V: [# s) H: T6 r0 H+ U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) \( Q9 x. C" g7 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! v; j( I) z. J9 v: l wHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 D7 O" b+ z- y# ?; k# I: PHow you tried to set them free,
) w" A1 o- }3 S: r* m9 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. M6 a! s! W3 @! g& C: m7 ^! @7 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 Y' \/ i- D- T& O o) c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, K; m" t& h4 D! g( s2 ^' BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) t6 A2 K3 q: L* x6 A& jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ G/ W6 z! Q0 q' }2 S E+ S3 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: Q- C0 R4 Q1 e% `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 G# B" B& f* YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ G0 W% H% X* VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 r8 u1 f, w0 Y3 s9 c+ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( ^0 K* _# f: y# y( ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# Y7 a- y; E: uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' j3 t8 {1 P& J, i* o0 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , Q# M# j# @3 }9 l3 D( ]5 |6 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) w3 N4 w1 S; O0 w: Z
$ Y: E" S$ s1 g5 _; P* `- s4 Y1 Z/ A) LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 f' D" [* P$ P9 T( L5 ]How you suffered for you sanity,. c7 M$ n& k' g" ^- u$ o! a9 l+ Z
How you tried to set them free, + J' q$ [6 q1 ]. E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% [1 m' d" ]2 L) u3 O4 ?$ LPerhaps they never will. |
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