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& S9 ]; G [" w. x: a AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / G4 K `4 F5 c0 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! @0 _, J2 k( W8 q- x9 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 h& Y5 l. a& ?( V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( ^# I3 ~! w- k( N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& v! [4 L0 r# b6 I# }
How you suffered for you sanity,
! N5 ^7 P) U5 S P) D' C1 QHow you tried to set them free, 0 a. x$ n; c8 @+ \: I8 l! T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! u8 Q, ?, |; o" ~0 D @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
G) A3 f+ k, j0 W e+ A* A7 Q/ x2 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ G( n. A+ y. S" e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 D1 X8 B' g1 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 m8 e3 T5 ]6 L3 x7 J6 X" s( |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, s9 f- c8 ]) a6 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 c# J2 y/ Y9 Q; [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 R& a+ b( C* u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 D. ~% K1 d, b9 x5 T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( Z) D& e( D) u" g, b6 {% tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * Y5 G' V y7 \$ K8 c8 a+ _9 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ r) V7 S2 R0 R2 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : g2 a3 ` `7 [# Q0 {( l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Y" J* @6 y' V: F# ZHow you suffered for you sanity,5 L! c2 }4 q' A
How you tried to set them free,
' n# U, n0 X5 v2 Y& CThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( w' s$ a; e4 I0 ~, l& s i
Perhaps they never will. |
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