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/ G( O* @* r5 ^. kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , @, ]( i6 c/ G+ V, ], f2 b) u% _" r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( s2 J, ~* J v0 x1 p H' K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; A: ?+ n% ~3 L% j$ \ D, p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 d6 d1 Z' U. i' t/ [0 H3 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ^- W0 @8 c; X3 b; s- U: a" KHow you suffered for you sanity, " o; |- b+ n% M+ m& [! P
How you tried to set them free,
1 B3 D6 `( M0 Z7 u' B( ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 T" N3 B. v/ Y* v3 g4 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . |+ x$ I! ~, m9 V( w" r; x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 T& O/ k z9 I: pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 A* e3 _/ ? r$ }0 |, ?7 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, _- `9 s M- G$ d' dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- I& O# O B- B6 x/ m4 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 N6 q4 n, ]6 V) M$ r+ F9 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* V: s6 f6 P1 U9 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, - L+ l, l4 H4 l$ Z& A4 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 T. t$ E, o3 ~+ I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) @: M! Y5 N# H/ i1 v3 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, z7 _" I. E+ ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' D7 L% f) L( g5 a1 C# _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 n1 t0 v9 W/ u* \9 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 f/ Z" {8 g: \7 vHow you suffered for you sanity,' X4 B/ j2 h) l' u
How you tried to set them free,
* L: u6 Y7 h& p( lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) V Z9 O6 ^9 m6 hPerhaps they never will. |
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