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" \4 ?- R: U, @% |& rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 o: ?7 L9 q: s# ~4 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 w7 V9 E5 O |# Q( _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 v/ _/ {. |8 k- jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ ]7 ^1 s% ?% k: d6 L, Q4 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ R! R4 P4 |) a) H3 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 Q- |, J8 s4 F9 j( B
How you tried to set them free, ; |2 u3 j1 C6 Q, ?" e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 W o- q1 S! }0 f! ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 Q- I1 b/ z9 r! K d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : e7 Z+ |# s2 H9 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
@! B1 X! S9 }6 o6 x; NWeathered 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# B% T2 L/ b8 |) HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! i' [4 b# L7 g% C$ T7 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Q4 I8 {( a( y' ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 s! c4 g i3 w6 K* AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; z0 f% ?" i& y0 U9 e7 S! M
( m$ ]! q7 D* c4 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 D& U# c, R* E9 n4 B4 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 J4 [+ F0 [4 ~8 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* P: k: W' G/ f6 [3 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! x. A* A9 G1 W6 D8 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 G Z! E3 I/ m+ M- E
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 e9 v* L& L" \( N* j1 W2 Q0 B, J+ CHow you tried to set them free, 1 q6 z; K$ q m3 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 n9 x' Y2 \) Y( G9 xPerhaps they never will. |
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