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& g8 N5 [! k1 g6 W) c. FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # p/ E3 G; g( E( k: k) v" U; r5 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! J9 V: a8 x! \8 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 b6 F3 Q/ V% S! D R" V' |9 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' e0 u3 x0 N! E* X/ y( hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, _$ c2 h( F" h7 c6 B: g( g6 eHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 `+ A3 [* t0 W/ Z# m
How you tried to set them free, ' h' @& m$ s- q! A! I1 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " j# J2 t% M' g( J6 I0 N1 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 ?. h; \# W/ O# Q2 b4 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) }# P2 ] E5 t$ @7 l6 v, t8 W5 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * e, [9 _" s! _( ^, m
Weathered 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,
/ n) u* \6 X5 K1 k8 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - F3 B. w4 \8 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; v, e) H$ M1 c1 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! z! o) S/ O; V7 w- }, g5 M# E+ i" X9 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 \0 \' i) E8 q: y/ A0 ]' V# ^: X1 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - S. z) S$ K6 _. u, N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% \+ y6 A* ]; @, ^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,
' B# M( r% x5 x5 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 A- s ~( Z# KHow you tried to set them free,
. _+ i/ x6 p7 H, UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; F. _% U* M/ e/ n. hPerhaps they never will. |
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