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( h8 @5 \4 x$ f7 Q5 |2 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - K) j, F' T* K/ R/ o0 ?: l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" O4 Z+ m- H ?. f F# PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 O' z" J4 M3 s, ]) w" I p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 \$ M+ M+ x7 c: E+ w/ s+ j& E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: f: ]) q& M, c0 A0 h. K$ P$ fHow you suffered for you sanity,
: E) w4 n' Z/ B6 \( NHow you tried to set them free, 9 ]4 W; E$ g9 o' L& C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. J, d/ x t7 t) |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( F& z+ Q+ x( D0 w u! gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 a* p$ Z$ r& f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 M3 N# T8 A4 q, _8 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * H; D S- R/ t! @1 [2 v& C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 l& h5 A4 o3 I* |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ ]" ?+ C& Y2 g1 q; x' NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) B1 b# [5 {8 e6 {2 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: [ ?+ y# x* |! ^. ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 F+ `) ]! B$ ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 V. h# [$ u) X) UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, u5 \) q7 }9 ?1 p9 V! G8 s' {) x& pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : H- u T2 W( P: s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) }6 u- t0 z v5 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 E% a! H4 R1 X& D4 r0 {5 J0 f0 OHow you suffered for you sanity,1 i% @7 h% U) F2 M; e' _4 Z
How you tried to set them free,
& @8 L+ N$ V% {+ g% WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" r8 A$ ^5 ?# F# nPerhaps they never will. |
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