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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 \4 a! q3 J2 x5 Z8 @' Y5 z3 y( K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 U* G! q2 [( Y9 ?' `) `* u: YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" i1 i0 i& h( D! z" c5 ?9 }2 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + y( }3 R H+ P3 o( [# `: f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- y3 O: Y" J% y' O. i8 ]+ ~
How you suffered for you sanity, - D( X5 j0 @# G* J& Z# I
How you tried to set them free,
+ _( g% @4 {' UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ] Q1 Q3 p/ g* G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 ^9 d1 ]8 s* K* ~& N) S9 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " S) F( V! |* F/ s/ O" U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: R' g' b8 \4 E1 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # |) t: Y4 v& p9 @% |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , d" r. n* _+ S3 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 `! D4 @1 F+ \7 }' M- e( t% kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + p" a8 X- V) E% Q' |8 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- t8 T6 y% T/ R# M: FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ?" @" y# S7 g2 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ y$ O6 o9 J) Z! O6 S" uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. O: ^& E5 i& E8 J! }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& `, t# B+ A ~0 LThe 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, , ^9 P2 F. B. G: w+ }& T' j
How you suffered for you sanity,! J* U1 }, _4 V
How you tried to set them free,
N. q" b. W. D- XThey would not listen they're not listening still, " k6 w' H0 d& ^4 r+ u) X
Perhaps they never will. |
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