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; f- a2 `3 T! ~: w2 q/ i" Z& |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& \" y( J% ~) H qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) N" E/ w3 v) S9 U, g1 w( AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* B* Z& n6 Q$ v4 B* x: oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! |! Y' Z( ]9 J% U/ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& k' C8 T% {- D3 w/ ^5 L) Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 o/ A* F+ U" d ]0 R
How you tried to set them free, , E: p% L6 C$ [/ I' `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) I; ?6 [( x0 L) l) w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ ^* _8 t* J ?" U8 a p( i( SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " r" D5 F+ s6 n. V, |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, X+ L8 A+ d# @, h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ }5 [! |) Z H3 D7 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( G2 z- o/ b' Z4 d8 Y9 `! d- qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 v( U) E1 c3 [) _+ l d) DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ P' m" `5 m$ f; t8 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
}0 X9 S* \- N Z1 H. Q9 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ^8 m5 ~# \0 M9 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& X" z( n+ a$ f& QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + d& R$ }$ I) b$ K- l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ~3 V6 X. M# O6 K2 x. D
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 V: E& Z8 P) _! P8 U4 THow you tried to set them free, ) @6 V- X2 a7 W! f8 D+ R+ R1 d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 Z3 @9 d; Z7 u4 @' i9 M3 s: OPerhaps they never will. |
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