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+ A1 ~5 F6 \+ _ }! O7 }+ `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 u! \3 f% a4 R1 p% u0 k: G* HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: N) b( ^% n. J/ d+ cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ o+ X) a, @7 r- Y* @/ g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 J* v" g5 _" g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 V5 X4 V, K/ J! w
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 J# V8 }0 b, z3 V
How you tried to set them free, . K0 V( g& C0 q% h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * M$ v( |# [8 D; X1 V+ F/ |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( _7 f( n$ H2 u [2 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, u9 I- p8 j% K: P8 h UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' [: `& c& |: qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% _ z# M3 h9 z( q, `& \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % m. s E2 v- T0 ^6 H7 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 q+ h4 J. O; y# v5 o7 |( WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " H. D; N% p7 S9 Z n- o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ r; S# h& G* X$ o& y& F/ K$ oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 X8 z& m, U5 r' ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / s9 y& s% c. a0 I. ]2 ^8 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 H. V6 ]! b& _. }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . k3 I( q: r" f1 c: T5 m
5 R d a# {5 X6 F# B' ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % t6 p3 y0 W, @
How you suffered for you sanity,; R I+ b" V" {: A
How you tried to set them free,
' r9 B) U! @4 @ s" E' Q7 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, ~9 b; J/ q+ n% ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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