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0 V3 I x& D% N8 {) _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) N# X$ W- u7 E" S2 H5 M/ i% ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % e9 s6 a! d5 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! A& I8 [7 e2 l& { k# N! C7 x" X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) i ^0 l, o6 O9 d# ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& w2 F- o7 h6 i* ^) c* wHow you suffered for you sanity,
" j8 I3 [" k' ~2 v- UHow you tried to set them free,
8 r+ L+ X" y8 S7 [7 g& wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 f/ ]. e* r: x3 ^! n9 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / g ^: ?2 K1 U* p3 g! G8 Y$ F `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. I3 v" _) e$ B) h" N3 {8 ?; U+ }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% X8 _4 n! J# p. s" w; [0 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 k+ T- e9 N3 L" `7 a0 Z9 o" G; z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 K" ]( c- x4 J5 Y4 k1 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# G& M; ~( E+ ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' @1 ?$ {9 |7 h3 X, B
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 N S0 W |4 E, E1 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* ?( ` `! h0 k b# }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 k. j: q8 s3 B, w0 `5 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " z8 J' s! w9 Y S: D2 T9 X8 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 l1 v0 C+ J5 A% G. |3 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & G4 Q9 A# s7 P' V
+ L0 o% ?( t2 z4 q: VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# ?+ \3 e- }0 b. \; Y0 o1 iHow you suffered for you sanity,- j( m! T; _2 F. k/ `
How you tried to set them free, ) S- r$ U' K, J* i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 B7 k& \4 ]" V3 M; W/ z( f* rPerhaps they never will. |
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