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$ f5 x9 m. q" \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 z; L- {# k; A$ t1 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : x2 V5 ]% Y( @, H7 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 h2 x7 w- U1 h4 q* ]3 l) ~0 W: Y% p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 I C( F! B3 s( W% ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 Y3 J8 L1 q2 |% n( \9 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
X5 p2 P0 ]- q4 E4 U$ JHow you tried to set them free,
9 g* i* t/ S* _/ a9 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 t" s: L, k# m' L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" h7 O2 c6 x5 a; H2 g3 h9 E4 f6 U) @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . k; } @$ O( C& x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 r5 c5 x$ U; a" h; EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , v& D0 V3 ^, j( ]+ o8 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 S% ^( P' Q5 l( c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 T; m& |3 Y' q: R4 W' K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 g, V# o' o) H% W7 x/ nBut I could have told you, Vincent, , D2 H5 y" _8 ]/ W0 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " c2 D2 \4 c+ f& `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' d8 ~9 a; Z, G% H) F1 N7 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 B3 X0 z, F. R' u- VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 V6 P1 o8 j( j! @! y& RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + z* J0 N9 L% L; n9 N
How you suffered for you sanity,5 n& n( K$ w; s5 v T& W& a+ r
How you tried to set them free, ; ~. f% t! E5 T% o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 }: Q% m( f& r9 U. J# u
Perhaps they never will. |
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