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! _. A1 ~0 Q4 Y9 M/ y, ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . T2 y1 w: J/ [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & Y1 `6 R' q6 L1 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% r& D/ }7 K. T8 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ P1 a8 V- R1 y0 Y) `% d3 d* U' KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 j9 v, H, \9 D& C; ~
How you suffered for you sanity, # }) M* h. z: q% u( r4 i
How you tried to set them free,
( h+ z+ Z. Q3 `0 @4 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , p _1 t4 V6 _- e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % J+ f! `2 k, i3 h. C& J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 G# J) u( }! r" N ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 P8 l" o' u& t: o W4 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' E$ G1 a6 R. Q. o# |
" r3 g. b& N6 D! W4 d! DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 y& x, k2 h7 u) \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) a7 m* M6 N+ d& MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * r$ N! R0 a% z4 j, W& y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 c7 Q: k/ e2 h0 q. M3 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ^, e3 S" N: q5 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; ^4 J6 S3 p: d; E; W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # |+ ]; j' M$ X: U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + d4 _1 R- W" d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' M0 |' P9 Y7 n) U# W7 K V
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 E% W6 n0 x& u+ j* M& G$ S* o0 c, [How you tried to set them free,
: i$ G) H! ?6 E- \$ rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ t( i3 r" J8 [6 TPerhaps they never will. |
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