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1 G8 v$ g; _( F+ O5 l* d$ {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & A: t7 |4 [, A/ w' X1 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ u! w- h2 A( @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* V( Y( F5 a$ v# k7 i, Z) OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 R7 [) H: o: i5 [3 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 m, Q4 X1 z K5 \, z0 G8 B0 lHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 H" A, O* E) n, {' r- ^5 R* v
How you tried to set them free, - g5 @: Q4 l# F' d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
o8 H. n0 G7 l9 j; yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , B, i* z! z+ H9 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" F% m& D/ B+ q) o9 T' ~/ zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 \- f- E. a }: q1 [ bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( U) \+ Q7 d7 }/ ~' p9 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , ^9 K4 n- |8 r* n) M9 k( a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( v5 }8 J J) ~9 u; R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) T9 C& k/ F. r1 e, X) ^+ i' \But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 G9 C( X4 |, ^; f2 M3 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # T+ f' m' Y0 n4 r- h* S; \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 H2 ?' v5 @8 \) Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( M: D" x" _4 w$ \& A* @4 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) `. Q4 R9 D/ ~8 K- jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , G# M; c, y0 [; b
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 p5 ^. x) v# j/ `+ Z$ V tHow you tried to set them free, " [5 [ W# \' X% @. M1 L! A
They would not listen they're not listening still, . c) J3 F) g/ a+ \* `
Perhaps they never will. |
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