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' _" Y& ]* N/ T1 m9 A) k3 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 n6 `% F; p6 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) I1 h2 s* s, I+ r2 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
H6 H2 i+ d; X* t5 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - S7 b4 f0 L; j3 ^5 }" K# j" Z5 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ]# ^/ `$ M, R7 D6 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 _" v1 P. Q) g8 ]3 {2 r5 x) IHow you tried to set them free,
. |' a9 X& c; |& ?/ h1 [& D6 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ?7 z( E6 V6 k5 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 V/ ^4 f' |& O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 i/ P, K$ `: I" p! `# gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % @0 S7 t0 c# U+ H1 n# o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' {; Q# W1 T- A2 Z. J; MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 i+ k0 [& c$ U% h, [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" L1 f3 Z% x, bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ m5 B6 Q0 m7 G8 W. P' D' j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 A+ ?" }& ?+ ]7 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . B: n9 N: X1 O, v5 e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 V7 @" }5 g- [3 u# oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * `! {8 u z F- z; j4 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 o5 ^, J" y7 s, n, ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% Q2 V$ f- T- l& @1 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 m3 }: n: f& y4 `
How you suffered for you sanity, x7 f% Z k0 L+ R. s
How you tried to set them free,
6 S1 R3 n7 t4 m, r2 s/ P% V. aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# F. L) {2 b2 M, q- O7 }Perhaps they never will. |
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