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9 n$ @- f- A+ H+ |+ `' ^! g% j+ C, eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ~3 g& k9 m' R% a2 T4 d+ R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# P4 u/ n% C! k5 M& k7 v. f; Y' _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 O: u+ M5 F( b# v iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) `# f8 U! }" }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 q9 V3 m X* ]; \
How you suffered for you sanity,
( M* C- I( f+ x- p/ X0 H" u7 rHow you tried to set them free, , g1 {: q' V+ v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# t+ O- `0 {1 m0 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! b7 t# W- {6 c4 L& eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / V; _1 d7 I0 C e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 E( {- m: i$ J% G) ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& x5 ?7 H4 Y& N" yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 N/ Q( X. G. a7 C7 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 s* G: c5 E2 z, [/ y4 t5 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Q; [4 H$ I. M; y& _# ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
! o( |7 a$ M' Z$ PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / n$ h% c" {* _8 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. I, P) S: r- B& }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) `! R8 U8 y7 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! j4 t/ p! ^" w2 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% ^0 U" Z* z2 Q* oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, Y" Q) E9 o5 F6 W. _9 O
How you suffered for you sanity,+ m; S* r* a9 L: n8 F! j2 t
How you tried to set them free,
' i: Y8 T+ G8 t0 U, f8 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! _ N7 F; w. a' ?7 OPerhaps they never will. |
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