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% A7 w9 Z) \& I; l0 c0 U1 p% rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, \! q% b/ q# B; _3 `) B2 c Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 @: ~8 Q9 e9 |( T# P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 `2 |0 e _5 Z) P- vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 R# x" J B4 d& gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 T) W) K* w7 {2 t; THow you suffered for you sanity, " ~) h2 M( H( ~& ?4 C
How you tried to set them free, 3 e+ C& U# @2 ?7 z$ n1 O! X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* z8 P9 h1 R4 O; o0 ^( ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; O B/ M _* _; }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 J0 I( d0 T: i1 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 x, U8 N# u6 n) m# H: L; ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 o9 {; | y$ [, o( C* \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 `1 Z( w, v+ Q, UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, K7 `& E; W A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 a" n K7 O) r- K8 ^; b9 Q0 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 F3 Y# i/ X1 _8 B. N) ?, V3 ?8 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ a* Z4 w4 y! ^- n& Q2 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) }% Z \. V: q M! w$ BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% N, k6 E- G0 S0 m2 ]( w* xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ d- Z9 {( z( @
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,
3 H! c! \2 o# r# Q( f! m6 sHow you suffered for you sanity,# G9 w I4 n! D, T- N
How you tried to set them free,
, X% }1 ~3 b2 D: cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ S- t5 ]# G' Z4 O: c+ {Perhaps they never will. |
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