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3 Y5 i1 c2 _6 X1 Q6 {3 _$ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 v+ P/ \4 C* Z# }- c2 b) G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, m! {$ N/ }& r H, p- gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 @$ I- X2 k5 X& Q8 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 p; L! l Y# w2 B1 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 O& U6 n5 t0 d; L1 k, L1 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
- V$ _* l$ K V7 Y) d5 P$ kHow you tried to set them free,
( z* e4 i1 d; @& b. @- _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 N: q) Q% e" Z; p8 F5 T' l& p7 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 E ?4 S% A3 }$ ~" Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! O" r$ L0 b6 }0 P# t5 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( S& g! n) I; Z K5 O- }7 ~) \7 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 S8 \* B/ H% b5 Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* a; \# Q' S$ W/ TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* Y' T' F) {% ~( V; g" e; t5 b2 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 u/ j" m% H$ v. O( o; s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 l/ q( `/ U" h; P9 D6 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + _) T n! q2 ]6 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & N9 r: Z8 m# P. k7 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 B: K# T) @! u9 A/ c6 D
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, / d! g+ a; r3 a2 b6 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 I4 A G9 `/ {: b6 x; @How you tried to set them free, & q7 x9 k. \) w2 y/ C6 m; ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' c4 _& {2 j4 y+ Y& V- s' Q. R, v
Perhaps they never will. |
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