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- j) ~, }$ D5 C5 U( P9 }- ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 E0 k3 i0 w0 g$ M$ R) i" ^* jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 @+ E+ {+ K! S5 N7 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: {" ^* E. K) Y: mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 o5 s) O* E# h0 _% P2 T' T6 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: L: H: ~) p2 b1 {& ]9 z1 cHow you suffered for you sanity, : t- k/ L& X! h- G4 h6 U" w- _
How you tried to set them free,
B3 @2 T1 ^2 A- f% l- a) aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ~$ x0 C$ [! \ wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - I1 I; [2 T2 q, q' F j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , W3 h+ J8 |! Y. L1 }; d |5 E( U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % N) ]8 y F; I0 E' K: Z
Weathered 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, + Z0 Q9 D7 x) s& h+ V( d5 d2 ]& s& l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - o( f, g' ~6 |0 M' S- _* t; J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. W2 z. X3 U M4 a( g% xBut I could have told you, Vincent, - y0 T1 }6 l0 y2 M0 x; c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 b+ q, `5 b2 x+ R6 I/ t" m7 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' K0 {6 n2 B! \4 I3 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 j; o, e3 Z+ h$ u+ E# YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 O3 d; n+ E9 k6 }, |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ n# m/ E" {$ s7 L7 Q0 k" \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) h6 f" W& Z2 f: @' Z# r' FHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 W. O2 ?! w! z4 R/ m9 pHow you tried to set them free, . s! J: g& N# W7 \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 q" i! ~; M% p- \3 z9 X! oPerhaps they never will. |
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