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$ g4 d' m7 Z0 {; @6 Y) Z8 R0 A$ kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ E* ~, A- Z4 g8 F& @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / C% Q, b) w1 S$ g# ]% S6 a! o& Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, g: }0 E: Z( \! O: Q4 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 T# I! t ?& z/ wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* P% @, P1 X- q4 P2 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 l/ \+ O( V8 G" x% e9 U, v$ iHow you tried to set them free, ; U% X2 X' \: G' h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. v y$ Y4 k8 l( z& Q* X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, k- a; k0 B9 H# x, w/ c. j5 U' y( G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' l- I/ l0 \: R: W# I7 y8 [1 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 D4 H) f6 K* Z8 Y8 K$ g4 }3 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% c: \6 ^/ z3 R" Z4 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & m3 r$ f6 x% @* M2 ?$ e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , P6 w; L" | |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" t0 W+ \, ~' B5 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ }: i- f) O" b$ A4 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; e' ~+ G! j- X2 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 `% C [2 W: T+ v" U' l2 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' o; ?6 d7 ~8 [, QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 f4 z% Q: T) d) h* UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: Y2 ` q$ W0 F* Z' _, ?, M( i7 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ Q0 I( J! b$ M1 {How you tried to set them free,
0 s' X! ^" ~+ D- ~7 d( MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' A6 K# I. M- g+ XPerhaps they never will. |
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