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' @. p e8 U. M" AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 I8 v1 x; C2 \9 [* P# w/ `3 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : s) b' Z* `' Y" p N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) G7 H* Y+ @6 a1 |8 K! ~# \' F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 s2 [ f% q3 o: v9 q- C$ H4 b1 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 h R% G4 Y* n5 d3 `4 c) }/ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
: t8 z h5 x( s& _* GHow you tried to set them free,
& U$ u4 ?; j0 i! O4 }( z( P4 w; c; vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. {9 e5 l, g3 F" [& JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, g* n7 ]0 o& _7 n4 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - Q& @: x- V( A1 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- i2 @ h" T; W: r1 qWeathered 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,
1 C& f, I# J% n7 e& wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 s0 d8 X. V8 V- {- [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, j, x+ X1 O) U6 f0 q2 J, j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 w$ C$ d' Q9 l, q0 W5 H3 h( GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ ~6 H& s8 ]! i+ j6 M7 S6 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ S& U) s, w: R2 Z9 p& l" U6 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Z$ j5 ?/ R& l2 [, Q1 U$ [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 {8 U/ O( Z A- D8 l dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 g. t5 c+ Z- H; N( f) W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! V& y: O7 Q4 m9 E5 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 M+ O7 O2 M H6 Y: _! lHow you tried to set them free,
* {( i! a7 J4 G% W4 u8 N+ {They would not listen they're not listening still, q" y+ F( K2 i" u! @, y7 X @2 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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