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. n& z5 W+ J7 ~1 ^5 N! d+ L6 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ?* v/ e& \: {6 }# X9 L1 g$ D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 h# r) k$ ?) p% p" R& ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 ^$ b. Z) x- a6 A) J0 s( YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( `+ e9 X3 `; b1 }- Q3 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 q1 \, P' a" ^7 |) e" ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 c5 ?5 O! C$ s+ P3 Y2 h Z" G) K
How you tried to set them free,
3 p; g/ w& `" w: z, y, I$ n" ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ?" H/ ]' {, B' G0 i- @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 J L& A! [: @1 l( j4 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 P5 I+ ~$ [* v% b0 E) N: OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ ^. @2 G. m' E6 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& w: X. b, O- e. NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( _, _) K) s/ j- U+ Y2 u/ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, t; a) C4 \7 D+ Q. m% C1 ^5 H5 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 q( l3 t/ m/ ~' [4 p8 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 S! U+ e& k2 v* l' T( tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 X: X$ R4 o- s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ]' b1 u$ ]7 G# t0 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' N! @: c8 R4 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& L$ \3 G6 G& O4 D8 e" Z( \* yThe 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,
$ o( U5 t$ ^" r' l. w. o) AHow you suffered for you sanity,3 Q5 ]: G H8 z. H6 h
How you tried to set them free, 6 K& L& F1 C' g6 `. ?6 f4 r
They would not listen they're not listening still, + r5 a6 Q: A$ R: S" V% ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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