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+ S* X; h! |2 T) |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 M/ ~3 p, I3 P5 {& q- g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ B {5 _( s# k( L+ XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 Z6 s# o4 }1 }/ e' p0 Z/ V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : _: `8 e; F- J. W' i( F; s6 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( A Q' Z1 V% B) c- |& }How you suffered for you sanity,
7 O( V5 `; m5 W% WHow you tried to set them free,
, U: j8 h+ |) `* O# cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 D9 O2 h2 W- ~$ u- ~1 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 T& Q4 [7 c. R' `' ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ B6 k4 o* K+ M% }" q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; k9 j0 [$ [% Z$ @, z @( Z6 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + ?( N2 M8 A5 `; \" E7 Q7 M; u: I6 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( x+ r+ J" G9 l+ ?2 z( r" N9 p$ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ ~. f* t" I$ `) _7 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 P8 h$ \$ p$ M1 c- EBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ m9 R2 Y. P. k3 ^( B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) Q! \) |& j8 U1 m, J& k0 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. p+ m0 P/ N( _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% U; m1 u. ]# P! MThe 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, ( ]. T1 n# j$ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ P( x+ h m. L; kHow you tried to set them free,
& ~$ X* x& `7 A( k {" pThey would not listen they're not listening still, , D6 V% _- J8 `9 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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