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$ Q# K/ f( `. Q( F+ hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( f" T: X2 S( R$ E" Q2 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 G# G) ?- y5 M6 J' }: bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- \7 E" k. G! F1 Y( N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' E4 A! p c! ], g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ }1 Q' K' m& b! I3 x1 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 T' |8 ?5 t( l3 j# q4 d0 p) AHow you tried to set them free,
9 _* C: e+ j. ]. t: q, G% NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 x! i) w/ }; o8 M4 p! ^9 k; \$ |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( y" o/ G" Y7 k5 e9 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + b. N. s3 ^7 q9 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 K, R9 z f4 V5 V7 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! E8 N" l( p9 ~, m+ O; F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# k/ h+ p3 \# N. qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 t" ?' Z# h: L0 P9 s) w, SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 S% W( c: p K7 f- g; c
But I could have told you, Vincent, # l) i; I7 W& k) V ?# A4 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( l; s4 D" m* v$ p/ GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 y" [5 m! a* g7 A2 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- n. B: x. M; Y: J1 B A" s8 y3 c5 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % h2 {4 [, P2 k
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, ) ^7 C3 E4 l$ {
How you suffered for you sanity,9 n% z8 ~% K `/ r' ?, [
How you tried to set them free,
6 j# n i+ a' s- KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ i5 a! K$ O' rPerhaps they never will. |
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