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- @ Z7 [% g, p! P$ {% [- `8 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 e# Y5 ~0 A' `+ S' z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 v7 C3 C5 Q* U, e) T5 V# OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
`9 B( t9 G2 z2 G/ d0 h. ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & c V" I. C8 d; W" X; v, Q3 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 L' \3 E7 g: D7 _0 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 S W) n' a3 _ q5 ~4 t5 l8 c( GHow you tried to set them free, ! Z W5 p' E y3 b+ G# ^9 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& v! ?6 ?. |4 A; f8 A) _ }+ BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & G1 `; T6 P4 v) T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 I7 }4 F' {! D4 f/ J; y9 |' [$ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ D1 L6 r* p6 q' k4 jWeathered 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, 9 H" u/ ^+ B/ J% B% L; y; M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! ^8 I, V8 f4 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 h" T' u2 L, v2 o- U- ?+ g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Y+ [' t4 c: X; R- wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* m1 F3 T6 R6 ~ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 B& ~2 _; [/ Q& I7 y3 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
w2 b- h+ N a4 {. I4 C! oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 R0 X+ o- E2 K% d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 B' H7 q/ f: `, W6 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
- p4 y/ Z5 F. C3 fHow you tried to set them free, + J( o' q" Y$ E. N% ?3 E! Z9 W, G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: H+ i! B: V1 _# HPerhaps they never will. |
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