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6 n1 a# S- I0 s) m& |0 N) ]. D7 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, }1 {+ a( M8 ] u, pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( M8 g% K# g# Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% v+ T7 w4 I6 x; i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* T" i+ h$ B5 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( o9 I8 Z7 D7 Q a" h
How you suffered for you sanity, " \0 Q5 Q# W2 v! ?1 ~+ R( O/ Y
How you tried to set them free,
- U/ s3 J ?0 n: YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; { n* r( f" @: n+ Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % S+ K0 e' f( S! J5 K0 l# W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 x4 V) b# {, y: E6 D5 d* }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% k7 o8 r4 n! i" c2 C4 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" _2 }* k# L# B* \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 x- _' J4 L: C& GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , c5 Q* u& ]" j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 E+ e' i* S6 E+ A* ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! M8 h" m% c( M7 _9 g( J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; G1 A1 [2 U$ w7 a) M/ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& U6 k8 o9 B% ]+ ^" G( N" ]: p7 R" TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 s# r7 a( Q, z3 g
$ H: D- ?0 ~% @, Z5 l, W0 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 \- I' X5 H5 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
( z' s8 y4 U+ j5 _; `7 bHow you tried to set them free, 6 R W8 ~9 P w; _& t* T% f k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 @; y# M+ @& }8 F) \
Perhaps they never will. |
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