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% @4 |+ A7 L: h5 p% C ~% r, HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% [' ]6 l W/ NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . f+ u% r9 A x9 |! n" n4 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! ^$ v4 o- Y XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& W# c+ ^' e1 i. v% @, M. qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 {) e; g- a0 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 e) ?( Y6 k7 O: h P% MHow you tried to set them free,
- b5 r7 u% G4 E5 z( @! u/ DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' G% |$ @+ Q+ F* {& u: o) pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' s4 o9 J1 s' g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; c/ l8 I4 m. y& I: u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # k+ g5 Q1 ^2 M' c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) e# t! ^3 _2 d% d, d R/ H% g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / z5 \, x8 x9 H& k" u* k" h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' F' e. v: c+ U, n, `" I$ _) ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: {7 Z3 ^" h7 u- ]1 V0 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 \4 O2 t, `- i$ J3 w4 T( C2 p* P7 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, a7 \* N) k. ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. E) V& j% z1 S2 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; y$ h( D2 F: C+ s Z3 S3 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 @# E r" [5 \& w* JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % ~2 S4 s# X7 E/ X9 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
% j5 D$ m4 A) ~5 q6 N; ]How you tried to set them free,
3 ^( |5 ?+ @+ M2 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, * `0 | Y+ ^( h$ ^- O$ N4 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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