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1 `2 C3 S$ {8 }% eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & `- }: c9 v+ Q$ ^* J: F0 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( g) C9 R0 b* S& M, F; d, r ~7 ?; uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 N- N0 c1 g' q0 ?$ U' F" DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + c: b2 {6 n, b; o4 v4 c* D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( J. ]/ `' w- X; B8 s8 `! B4 W0 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
- H1 L# a) U! r! sHow you tried to set them free, 2 j9 i4 S& ~2 }4 O/ @) K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 G! H {9 T% H( e. K* k( r3 G) K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) b9 w3 k6 u5 `4 i$ _# }2 A; n9 |" x6 B" ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # H9 N& o" Y9 V( Y5 n# [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 \1 Q% s: s, J3 p2 h X: W$ T, {+ R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 g8 n$ ~6 o$ W( a* n/ @7 {# c6 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 N9 m8 i" {( m0 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ `. @/ ?9 B, J1 Y* @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 B: u: }3 b* V: B; s5 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, T v3 \ e: b! F eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 |5 \1 x; t7 Y! K6 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 J9 p \$ n/ N2 Y' h) p7 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& q, {/ A0 s V9 l6 M- M+ rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. `! [- e2 o7 k7 wThe 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, 7 U: E) @1 ~$ Q$ b7 L
How you suffered for you sanity,' C/ W) F: Q( m! T. S( o* x2 y, W
How you tried to set them free, 0 P; E9 C D N; V0 H9 B/ ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 i* k' g# d) V1 [8 G g
Perhaps they never will. |
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