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, F7 O+ v! Z( ~9 Y! R- Z: iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% h, }$ E6 r( g/ S( L2 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' y) u( ^; R g8 `4 g7 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 G! H9 F) x+ _, E" VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ~: A# A! R$ _% Z) s6 e$ i1 S8 F( f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 {7 w1 g3 Z* O2 d1 C/ N
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ m/ o$ s/ T9 jHow you tried to set them free,
. ?) E& j. f2 k4 E* wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - [* p! X5 Z4 b3 x% K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : w2 g$ n! q: r) h; S/ d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 G; X& C3 z2 s! J, \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 u: D. v: T: I4 g. i$ H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, j; p% e/ E) |, L6 E, `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, {" M9 ?# ]$ i g+ T8 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 b. S" j8 ?7 |8 Y8 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - D$ L. S) L+ Q6 t3 o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: x0 ?9 t- {* c. Q7 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & P7 r9 H6 Y: S" c# }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 {" ^& ?! C. Z# D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * G! {) }1 w& v7 f! ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : ]6 `* `( P' p+ W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 G. S* }' f: _: j& n. `4 K
How you suffered for you sanity,! g E& [& W: ?! R4 a
How you tried to set them free, 1 t: r4 v w( I+ Q- u+ o# M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 y1 Z2 W; a! h! I0 F5 yPerhaps they never will. |
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