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$ `1 C3 ?% @' @. VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ~% \1 X7 @) Y( ]! f/ {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; {# p+ c% |& |& T4 b% _, k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' r% Z m8 j) Q+ J4 a0 Y( x0 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 O8 V5 F# H- r1 x& PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 O+ _' U4 t$ tHow you suffered for you sanity, : c" X( C8 k9 @
How you tried to set them free,
: F2 R- F+ `2 z _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& L$ \7 s9 }7 H# T% xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, |$ b; V2 C4 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( a0 a" ?" ^) M6 {+ O" N" AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : K, g- [; X3 w2 K, g5 o2 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , J8 \$ Y/ y( c; f5 n
* q6 Y; G G2 V% q3 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; _$ t5 y# ~5 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% _- v4 }4 \9 B0 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * Y- p1 l$ Z# C/ r, e" e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 L2 L0 X! w' M; }; t! y" XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# _, G& K* a6 B) sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) ^0 o8 Q. H3 m8 ?6 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 T: o; x5 w/ j0 O9 A" G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# |7 j8 y& e( | p. jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : ~6 }) {0 C0 {! u$ y* H* S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 s" }; U, k6 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
% p) S9 }0 d" Q. w [, b% z' X" dHow you tried to set them free, : b7 _4 d; k2 j( ^# `: d0 J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 P8 c3 Q# t; @7 V7 z# TPerhaps they never will. |
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