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0 T4 O; ~9 V+ _( B, ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / L% \8 n+ a! b& L1 W. w' O* G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! _$ i& q# [0 c1 n0 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 f4 V& x4 y& @, C2 f# cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - l( u/ Q$ j" ]) w7 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! x3 o% m9 w# B+ \: B6 V7 a3 bHow you suffered for you sanity, . U3 u. O! K: B5 k
How you tried to set them free,
3 V6 A! \$ e( kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & B3 O4 i( k# Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 I% ?& L2 b D7 m( O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . A: d& g6 C; t# ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 x! L8 @1 m3 W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' _: l% J3 _7 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! f6 a! G5 o+ T" E7 G: s; P& ^: BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( Y6 h8 n) ^" }! s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 L! R3 ~, @# g' @But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 H' g" |: E7 D3 H4 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' q# H* A) ?$ e' [" r! iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 M: n0 t) o1 C# A8 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 H `1 A" i; C8 \# k' Q3 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , \# G% }" u2 f( \, d K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * u, o9 a: V! m
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 N) W5 v9 }2 Z0 j; HHow you tried to set them free, 1 J J) o/ y' o- r2 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, * p, C+ q6 J, W
Perhaps they never will. |
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