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$ a3 j$ s8 a7 x% {0 A* }! T8 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - ~- n- z, u6 P1 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 F: a; Y. ~# u0 j. u, T* u1 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. R' Y, C; U/ }1 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 O# V; x2 l3 _; L" ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& P5 [ r* A) `4 k, x
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 a; L9 m; [0 B& m* Q* J, M# IHow you tried to set them free,
* ~% B) B; Q1 }' j6 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 p* T- n- \) m( |/ I V' pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , P7 R. z. m' U+ `$ k8 R0 B) {3 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 O6 W: m4 p1 ]% w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 Z. }, B8 g7 p" g$ S( s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 G0 K: b6 P8 i6 v' s- A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ d" [3 @6 E8 |1 p8 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% F9 r5 s* u8 n- pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ q; h0 u6 N' _9 w7 }0 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 p+ W! _# Q- p6 c- H$ I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ~3 m) b O3 i, K7 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ u% P% n+ ]% q1 Y, zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, H6 l/ Q; e7 S/ ~3 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % o+ W- z) v) i% i- @5 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 u9 }0 q, g1 |' V) _" BHow you suffered for you sanity,
( M) T! L$ F7 _, j" d; ^8 rHow you tried to set them free,
) W2 R) D% J# \0 R7 J4 iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ]' Z0 i4 t6 [9 W( X, Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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