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/ l, p& r/ o6 a3 G" {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
g8 K* K: A$ |7 q( \3 N xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ m9 C* g2 Z s- i% ?' s1 M/ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 U/ u) l+ _4 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* c9 f* W- j2 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 j7 g- u1 D% n' e$ q6 t, P
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 n( H) F3 Z3 n2 V5 K
How you tried to set them free,
0 |+ \2 p- V3 C. B9 N `& kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 |, k- p/ F& M6 |/ s. x; {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 ^% h# [6 {; L1 W! L% ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; I+ B# W% M9 A6 Y Q6 S4 L( YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 P2 P9 a- L" k s) v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + e, C6 h% l9 b/ P9 p" E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 r& Y: n( g/ [+ M1 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 h/ r" n* p1 I% V+ A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ s8 _% D) P) E3 }$ x: o7 h
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( w& C5 \6 {/ F( g+ L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 M3 ?. y. n# e) s$ d$ ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 n* [% S$ s+ G) m! OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ]3 [ z% E0 R& l, w, }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 O; r: n% h; u4 s+ _$ r% \1 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % P& }4 Y) f, g9 d7 p, ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 s3 z2 H k, R* V- FHow you tried to set them free,
8 O' \: x [, w z. C% B4 ]' LThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 A" }4 n7 o) f7 g3 t) ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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