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+ d8 }8 {+ L/ r: n! WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # Y8 [: @+ [/ X+ {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ], x# v; c( Z2 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, @# E7 b7 N) h/ G6 C$ x# pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 L2 G, M0 z& kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' x; ]" x7 {% F8 R* g c; I4 t b
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 A5 C' ]5 k6 G+ |; T
How you tried to set them free, 9 G1 |) K9 `- e' E( j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' e7 v) O$ D: T. }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 }+ l2 [1 g: _8 o- z$ _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: A( p& M4 f( E. N! I/ LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 i% @0 x. q7 ^$ F6 u# \" P0 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; b' w( [! h# V3 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + i5 q: i# Q; H- I- K- Z, d) s9 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 u( S& c" ^4 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 I: ?: l7 Z4 R+ hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 Z& Q6 L& S' Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 f1 Z( l8 Q. c% V, R" eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* v$ Z6 E6 ~9 t2 e2 a+ g- GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& |; o" T$ P9 k; s+ r; JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. O3 y8 t7 d: L3 D5 f
* l' s% m) z. ^/ r) g+ |) iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) L+ P& C4 \ r
How you suffered for you sanity,8 W; A% f& _+ D: }6 l' Q& b
How you tried to set them free,
) t* M7 s9 H, b4 }/ s- @! Q+ s: \They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 H( n7 x2 N1 N' N3 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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