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$ z8 _+ P6 k8 z+ a1 e9 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + O$ {6 B1 @* o$ M* x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# b: c" |$ u/ RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( l6 I0 c- d( }7 g9 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - W k9 l- @- W) ]) F* m+ d" }! X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 q9 x: }; D, @! G3 }; V: O2 E0 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
' [) i/ l) }* jHow you tried to set them free, 6 o' y0 \) d% V' L6 x" {: v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 a/ i8 ` i# c8 t4 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / s1 w7 v% @+ j$ n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, y7 Y! i* K' x0 j1 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, z) _/ N) m p3 e( qWeathered 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, 8 B" d: r4 W6 h: Y3 a/ E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 X6 k$ C6 C7 m9 {6 L; I) {You took your life as lovers ofter do, q8 I* c4 C# Q# B% _8 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 p/ J! W, M! G7 Q( _3 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % o) E. {- T1 q- x" P5 p: k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ C& S. t% o) j! t, G; Q) ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . T' U; d6 c7 |* p" ^. _; h
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,
0 L! d/ I! Q6 @0 ]5 ~# k8 xHow you suffered for you sanity,. y% g7 q" n# f2 u! j
How you tried to set them free,
% }( o! C9 b5 o( t" AThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ r2 d9 U# T! I
Perhaps they never will. |
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