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- `" C/ ]: a* q1 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 S6 b5 z% o" Y: e$ W0 v! T# l# ~) WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! G& M, @. C7 b' c0 O# a3 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* n1 v* G5 I' W2 n1 |' n2 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 I5 U4 _" T- Y" U6 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& r8 h$ ?0 `$ C9 h: GHow you suffered for you sanity,
* Y3 B3 ^4 d3 C% rHow you tried to set them free,
6 w9 t5 P: r6 m S- ?% ^' ~: |# SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' }0 B7 d$ X2 P9 @7 r, WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' n; ?2 \5 Y- R! H+ l1 {( r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / W' v S2 W( y& n. Y" @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 w' b1 _/ F0 V( V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ u6 _/ ?5 i% m: x; d- [% G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. h r9 E9 _. I* s. `" K; Q* U6 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( H5 z5 \+ Z/ `+ m# A) U, H. ]. _) G8 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # _' {0 V5 P) l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 t( _, w. t c" _6 k# yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 ?& r1 J: ^+ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * T- Z) Z1 D& I: t B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 C) J; B, s7 x0 a4 Q* v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
q) Y: k2 f* ]9 C ]$ J3 gThe 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,
- r! n$ O/ x/ ?* u9 ~1 {How you suffered for you sanity,
! Q0 c' r0 ] THow you tried to set them free,
4 p" @! A7 A7 Y& a4 Z& ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, & I- ^4 C4 [8 G9 d& Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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