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% }6 S; b8 }* _+ u- Z9 d7 V* @& ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# I1 J- K) m8 E( `9 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% X# [: v! P2 E$ X6 h! hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Q/ x; N3 c# N5 e. G4 f4 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
]) \3 ^) `- ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ {0 c ?% Z2 Y! F# l4 X6 w5 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
" I/ r) r, o8 C% O5 l6 m# k# cHow you tried to set them free,
* u, B; L+ l# V" d; y. XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # z8 _' ~6 J3 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / f8 T7 y& P1 |* z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / a& U& ~( V) z) ?/ ?" V7 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 h. l% N$ u9 { z. D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' a1 ~ o" K" W6 [; {# j: c3 X
& _% z5 p, b) n3 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 Z$ l1 K1 S+ M$ g2 n1 |& [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% U, ^3 x: b4 T) o. R4 S* {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 w3 g0 V% ?( y0 t& {
But I could have told you, Vincent, - P; X$ g* g8 M1 T( ^& e' L* N* d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) F6 e3 n' m% J9 j/ m" I# f7 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Z$ e5 q M( J; oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * n% R( D& T/ {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + @1 G9 w V/ Y6 r8 S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- C0 d6 w% h+ p6 d$ P% NHow you suffered for you sanity,
& @. o- d( c; ?- [/ ^$ aHow you tried to set them free, , h* H5 }/ R8 J* T G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 C4 e0 y9 c5 P9 P" H5 w0 tPerhaps they never will. |
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