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/ R5 v. p' k, n* X1 E: `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) C i% E( n6 D9 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * m6 y+ s! i+ i" T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! ~! f; a) \7 \" E$ Y; b& E/ M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 I% V r: i1 }* }( m2 q9 k7 H& F* JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 E+ ]/ f0 U6 S0 q1 g0 y9 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 L# P4 h! m1 A' n; O/ f0 @8 k; CHow you tried to set them free, ( s) A% y' _9 v7 S ^& d9 b3 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; X# P; s3 E" \' p* c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 K. B( g9 g6 {8 i8 o7 P% R( P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 A( z( K9 ~, F3 a8 p- h3 b7 E2 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Q) C; ?+ O" v& ]9 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 U' B, u7 ?. Z( @0 C2 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ Y- h2 J# X8 L" T6 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ M( F0 w- S( HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: ?) J) W7 N/ b; [5 b7 W, D( {But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 o1 I4 B; [* d# s% K: P# ?2 R3 Z! J" \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 K# J+ {; S3 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; c" \3 f; P) tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , K) l5 W* E, O0 B+ o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 M, r$ K" d4 w. s0 e# D9 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* Z/ ^& T8 e9 o. U/ @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; W1 P% H3 L9 k
How you suffered for you sanity,, X4 M' y2 R. B) }- a) X
How you tried to set them free,
+ d7 o4 L' e, UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; ^, K+ Y+ Q5 c: U$ }1 g3 Y) IPerhaps they never will. |
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