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, B* B1 W' P9 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / L3 @) b$ s6 x2 ~% a; ?/ @8 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * D; [' j, P; T7 f. Q$ L$ l; F: B+ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* y' y, c4 }0 j; I$ M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 q# F; Y+ U! s( \) q& |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 t; x& e1 f0 a& p6 w6 |
How you suffered for you sanity, ) t0 c& f. B, T2 d$ G
How you tried to set them free, 8 i! k u# `4 {, I9 [5 j2 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 \- a4 h+ H1 l- \& M3 I% S! b5 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' W# i1 ~! B6 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# g" v' I6 ~# P% S YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- t: G$ a$ c, I6 CWeathered 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,
+ U7 \, a1 v7 z! {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; X1 O, K6 g* i+ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: {4 S6 N# _6 C0 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 p" d. z# K$ s; L: D; T; m) \1 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & J0 f# W5 x# g- S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 x: p& p; P* C$ |& R, W. k- n6 m! A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 |0 J1 j" i9 G! a0 z Z% a. A5 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 R% N* C" v" o1 E: o; `The 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,
5 E9 p* U6 {2 T5 J/ tHow you suffered for you sanity,
- {+ d' ~! a/ pHow you tried to set them free,
8 [/ F5 E! m6 v; Q" R0 AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 Y( j Z* I" g" m" v4 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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