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% p4 b* S1 E' Q% H" `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 L. x- R, G" x# X# D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. v2 |0 X8 i. k c* BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ L3 F" ~. G K* N8 H' kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! H9 }3 n$ V: U9 ^+ ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! V. z% B4 |8 J- f5 hHow you suffered for you sanity, V$ a& \( c: [7 |1 o9 Z' R! ^* K
How you tried to set them free, $ ^" V6 _2 V! j ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) o$ V2 y X1 n/ ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ Z6 ~/ F0 Z. {2 @0 k+ b2 J+ P1 E6 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, {) Y- x3 i0 ]7 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 @- \1 K( W7 V8 @) a" n- d0 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 X8 y$ `2 h3 d1 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / d: F) U, j2 ?: ?& {+ s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# t: ~$ t: a: b% Q2 o" u3 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# {! ?5 H- o- o% l( U5 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 _( |2 f$ K" F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: M# L. w. S( [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 _. T' x) v1 [. `* T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# q; i* k6 J. b# `6 T3 u0 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& ~( Q% [4 h5 _' YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 }& L3 T. ^0 q3 m0 F( }
How you suffered for you sanity,
. o) \% @ E9 l: `& V6 gHow you tried to set them free,
* T$ T1 [( K" ]$ U- {They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 C/ j) Q& D5 M, {( @Perhaps they never will. |
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