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1 N# ?# ^4 j8 g! r& A9 ~/ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 l* z8 {2 b, L9 t1 l1 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! ~- {! O; O. m, N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) E9 \" @$ W6 o& D7 y$ j/ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + x c5 X# J; c- Z) K1 ^) E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" G5 X: I$ I0 [" wHow you suffered for you sanity,
% n$ J% x K- w) P$ E. MHow you tried to set them free, r8 G& l6 @* Q" F& H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ \; D3 b" ?$ p$ Y$ `1 [# ]( X! wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 x5 I9 x5 d1 m! {% L+ T2 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 }) l2 z. {6 b& A! N4 L- W6 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 T+ |! q1 `( `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 a# ?: l3 \8 x1 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * G& H y: |' w4 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& p* g/ q" g; F' R1 `/ Y; fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. d% ?+ u. B# e' IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 d$ Q6 `* u* d! g; f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ^5 x( ~7 a! r$ XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 t4 Z8 n1 v9 [1 ]8 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 v# `# O8 w8 W, c7 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " s# N. m/ v- z# Y! A! w" l8 S( s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 `2 B" d. {2 T! I# C) B4 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
% Y% F1 H- E9 `How you tried to set them free, ! X9 y' l {4 h4 ?* O4 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, # v V( _, q2 n0 y( {. \7 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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