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" u6 }& G/ W5 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 X+ f8 v9 F, K1 T5 {; k5 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 L6 p4 P1 ^7 d: @5 ` z CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ g" f5 `# t6 q3 ?% kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - l3 z& o: x2 N4 k1 @$ B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ G h/ W& a5 W6 |4 \How you suffered for you sanity, # ~/ i7 x- L- l, y% r# N2 p+ m
How you tried to set them free, * _9 b" c# j3 X7 v6 ^2 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & r: O7 M: R3 k6 D- `0 H" O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & a. w2 x5 D8 w: s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , p4 n. P2 P- j7 d7 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, P7 E4 n" T- ?* l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: t$ ?2 H. q# S4 I- rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) h9 O6 H: t; e% g6 I$ y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 p/ H3 [7 ?) n! O* c; g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 c( g3 P0 j% e4 w5 W$ T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 [9 K# g, `* r$ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 g; Y' _7 z6 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - |, w' N w2 k2 r" d5 U& P4 f1 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 {2 t1 e4 l7 E: Q5 Y6 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! f& G7 j# q4 ^7 k( R3 s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 k a' i+ i% v9 j0 ~2 I7 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 p2 s0 r4 L1 hHow you tried to set them free, 5 @8 m: {- k; o2 R% q7 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 D, w$ N% Q: R8 M! O
Perhaps they never will. |
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