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4 l+ ~3 X$ d7 w) J! B4 [, FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & B, K" D! m3 Q' ?; H9 U9 m# J4 {9 o8 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, w% A8 c4 d) h, y- K; VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 X$ y f2 D) q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * i' z9 l+ ~7 t, V* v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 l% q# g: F8 S8 c3 q# k IHow you suffered for you sanity, * S5 O* T; `% A# u: n
How you tried to set them free,
7 c% y1 D# ~2 F; c4 h4 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 R H" c* h+ V8 ` ^( kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 `. |/ p, u! w- aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # ~* ^! M7 Q3 f, d l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 E! Y) u1 L& [8 b/ W6 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & K$ K* _9 @& T6 R; T! Y( m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) f+ Z7 J" _1 c) A! W/ s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 l- ~5 T4 r2 v- v5 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" l4 \, C1 Z; V. w; v5 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( m" C% A; n) x3 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 D9 U0 ]3 r% S; }
% h9 m3 I/ R3 k7 H+ qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 x" }/ G6 V8 D i. m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 w0 W @' i. Q5 d7 c& o# VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 _! _7 ~9 {3 Z1 U# ~7 k( EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 F% Z% K6 s8 y- j5 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 M* o* @4 x+ z% V$ |How you suffered for you sanity,+ ~' Y4 a( }& R: U# _# q+ `
How you tried to set them free,
) l5 ~7 t7 D8 s& i0 g1 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* m8 [7 v5 a% R* O5 ], CPerhaps they never will. |
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