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" E U- a+ x' T# M, }+ G0 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + W) A" y7 L% G, f# o6 L9 R6 P3 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( I7 O7 r7 @5 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 y$ R8 Z q4 a$ ]' I! TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( o6 n6 q0 B9 @! Y1 r/ y7 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% Z! A. w$ _4 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 ^3 a* g4 I4 B5 m8 s8 mHow you tried to set them free,
K. W3 W4 J) G5 l3 K; }1 X" |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& b0 x7 [0 p" [3 f& LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 s1 X- Z0 s! W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . }* G( F2 q. |: L4 s: b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 Z9 {; z% Z+ I( R0 D5 M7 n4 V& Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* h8 E N! y1 z$ p- k! x5 G! {2 m# EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. p6 M. V3 _- ]1 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: T0 ]4 V9 q5 ? kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + u2 |- G1 j: m, ^) X
But I could have told you, Vincent, " L$ P! X( Y* K4 B& }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 I- o1 t8 z) A% V4 t+ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 _5 ^, g+ S. LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! j6 G- H2 p" E1 P* g% tThe 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, m( J: |" Z' h. p8 b
How you suffered for you sanity,7 G7 P: f, N4 ~( S4 v; W3 M7 |
How you tried to set them free,
# a1 k4 u9 B# g- h! QThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 }% t" G' r4 Q/ J: z; @: S
Perhaps they never will. |
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