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$ P& D ~) b0 S/ ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: U# L+ E6 B9 ?0 z! A$ u5 T0 T! e0 u6 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- S$ J! w# [6 C# {) T' TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 o: \8 \( p5 d1 A: {. oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
B x K) b+ b+ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# Q9 V& u' g. U4 d9 f4 R
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 Q9 B4 r) C9 @4 W9 K: n2 C
How you tried to set them free,
" z. N+ z0 r+ g# EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" x) I/ Q4 M Z, K: hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ~9 W1 U7 [2 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ]$ ~5 U! S6 D! m( \" W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . M9 _) S$ m# f+ t% O( _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! s% ~: h4 P4 q( r7 b
( A& H( N/ U" c5 o C/ i; h- }. k3 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
b3 v! @+ E. Q9 B! L, ]4 b4 a: iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 s- V7 B! E _$ }" }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 f/ p+ _ x' w: E7 N1 B1 S5 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 K8 P: ]" p/ p4 ^, z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* e& E8 f& f+ z. xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # b J; Z& p* v D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 d) ? \# V( H* t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 r# S, \/ E' J+ w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 B/ h" }( q# C* W$ x" G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ?4 l1 ~5 m. k! c: @; | m" XHow you suffered for you sanity,* ~. V+ x7 d: }; }! s+ z& V# q
How you tried to set them free, 4 n8 ~% C. s8 v/ K5 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, " x& P# ]3 I1 n6 w0 y& H2 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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