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3 @" t; ~. x3 g5 q8 b5 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, r: j; q' |3 l' T7 l- E k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 {; X; Y" ]% c* g! k, X7 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 q( |3 @2 ]& E6 |) V; YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ {- T+ H Z- N3 M; c {$ l4 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 K* U/ T9 f2 O; t) L AHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 H8 w/ o3 ?. |' _How you tried to set them free, ( K' X4 @$ F% \% _3 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( E: v: c3 z' [+ k6 `5 f; q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 [% s& ~: {# s# @/ e9 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 N5 F) j( \8 W4 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + A3 O& ~, Y1 r1 D( |( F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & v: m' h/ N7 S! Z# A) h! G4 `. J
& g* D$ s4 ^. M4 a9 `2 N$ x& B3 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# F0 R' A L$ i1 q2 a4 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 L$ B! V* a! [* x1 D6 N) j% r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( D6 Z# T4 M# f- A1 \* X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- x7 G1 N: o& m! r: k, fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 O# g: m8 _/ c9 t* xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 y$ s0 A8 B$ a3 |& G8 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; q1 A/ {9 Y/ J6 w% ^. H5 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. d/ ^+ {9 p& }4 T# \0 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 v4 r0 f$ s& l c, y) V, WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ b8 s& o8 c6 ~: h- N1 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 l6 W @# e4 n! f2 N& CHow you tried to set them free, 2 }$ [2 ]) x' i; L3 }; o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 _- p6 x& F ]% N
Perhaps they never will. |
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