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! {* R/ c' S0 }8 `3 j6 M* a; fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 I- y! o# f0 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 I1 j& N/ p( }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& K9 g6 G U' J; YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' i) q$ b$ ^& P1 `5 v, b* |4 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* L! [% z ]( M0 \+ q
How you suffered for you sanity,
& I& M C) T9 R! MHow you tried to set them free, / U& O% o- v, n: ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - x" t' [- a$ l. ~' A% Y, R! M) C8 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 a: w7 V; L5 w8 Z2 H. D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 Z. n8 x% x% \5 O; f8 W8 i3 s$ pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 L5 J! v$ A, [: r4 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) H: @* k5 ]8 T1 W! l2 C, AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 J$ C7 ]0 s+ A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 v+ x* ~) ]3 U4 `/ c4 F- Q# s7 Z! c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 G) F8 }6 l' E$ X6 z$ V" |But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 I$ u5 \1 [- a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 f9 B2 y% h1 N2 @, I2 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! n& x5 l( a4 b5 z6 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : x' H- K* J& H# \ V& M. v& F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 ?- W2 u, s% ~% P: S5 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# a5 r3 ^. F9 z, J! g% Y' iHow you suffered for you sanity,
% `5 o, j) F6 e' z0 `; qHow you tried to set them free, # R. L4 q& S$ ^8 E6 x2 F- k# `+ A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. P$ t" k8 E$ x7 EPerhaps they never will. |
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