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% ~* i% g0 j, G8 l* ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; i6 f3 A- ]* f7 O0 ?8 e* ?/ Q$ z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . g7 E! w0 S+ S5 c; {7 q! g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' V$ u" r/ p- [+ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. ?( s" y4 ?/ \+ L. y, x; {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. w( Q. @9 r8 Z' BHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 L0 i2 }+ v% [; P3 o3 T
How you tried to set them free, 4 h. L/ d& O6 B' [( D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ A+ _: z( F8 a0 ?9 k' h _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 _' q) C, D; q: \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. N4 i0 Z1 |) K4 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ K. ^3 e; c+ I8 CWeathered 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, ; D3 [( y8 O6 O' k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 a, S# Y: m! I6 k |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 H0 p/ }8 `( \" U; g0 M9 r1 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, % x, l! a) |' Q4 E+ G( Y4 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * t. ~, i5 o9 A6 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 V% ^- c) o: [' T! s* t/ W' Y) {8 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " T8 c7 E0 l% H& I2 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* K0 B& v1 y; s) aThe 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,
' \9 \; i( x3 t* T# jHow you suffered for you sanity,1 ^/ g# k& w7 O9 m! g* A+ J- y
How you tried to set them free,
P$ y: N( l! K, [They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 V* x, b7 L0 Y. j& ^9 s' h$ v7 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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