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" y; A6 \% p0 j: |: ^0 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 X; G( u+ {( G$ Y" l# Z8 O+ T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) f& b* `4 C. U4 W$ a2 ~7 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; b( e* F, b3 f, J1 l q. ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. g1 [! o Y, }; i3 E& v3 [# @) [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," {) T, L: ~5 ~ H" {
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ W) l) n: @* V( D& SHow you tried to set them free,
, N% w* Z& Q2 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 I: Z. ?+ { {: f( d* n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ?6 j8 P, ^8 y" @) ]1 S$ t) N- I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 Q% T" b2 s8 H" j- _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! s+ V0 v" d7 {/ h! K% T& V; tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ `! y1 H8 b3 v0 k/ p# {, G1 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; f% B( Y# _. U+ v @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : S0 B5 r! L( r& l+ q9 Y l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 C# [! h" f9 p. t; p
But I could have told you, Vincent, g" q+ g5 ?! [% E: ]" b/ |# }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 A( r4 D1 M8 {! ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ]: q# K; g7 A2 c0 J7 H( Q" d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 S9 g5 g; g: V" M# E" i4 w0 L) ^! JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( F4 `, `" X5 k3 L- N" Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 `& a' d& K! C0 z! H0 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" w/ t# H* q1 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 N* w, y8 U+ jHow you tried to set them free, # O' }( b8 ~" N3 G6 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 S# c$ ?! q/ c. `* X4 l! i/ h
Perhaps they never will. |
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