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! a/ s3 K2 C% s4 `0 e% a- B2 D$ xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; W5 s! D, `* T, |, @7 J {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 {7 ~7 q- a" N- ?6 {( `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' |) V3 e7 n7 z" q: ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 B; b0 k4 e& G9 T$ u9 t/ k6 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, `& r a( Y3 d$ M
How you suffered for you sanity,
! o! ~9 n2 y0 k( h0 x6 q& U/ uHow you tried to set them free, - O- j0 I& t$ h6 s+ w! ^8 T* y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
S9 i6 E; k7 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' Y8 W, \+ ~8 C/ ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; X! X4 _, @) I$ D( {4 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * ?, \, D* t9 u8 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 q0 O0 w5 ] G/ p$ f3 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : Q w5 G* [, R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! O1 w- D7 b" E6 g5 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 F7 K* R, }4 ]: r) GBut I could have told you, Vincent, & P3 M ~! G2 v7 e( y; M9 P' E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ j1 _: B% o& Y0 P) u) v% OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 B. r4 k, T& \, M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, T) I! G; f5 m8 Q, u. d6 V' ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 u' F2 s! h5 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% W% L( s `; s0 q( R: F$ A8 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : m5 p0 v% P g
How you suffered for you sanity,0 a! Y) H- @- t7 _
How you tried to set them free,
/ P7 S5 ^0 D8 `9 u8 }They would not listen they're not listening still,
) p/ x4 U% U4 W5 n. e2 p/ NPerhaps they never will. |
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