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`0 r/ f8 L9 l' F8 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 h# `' ?# y, A6 R+ S. N2 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 g! f8 S% O1 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Q9 ^4 v- y1 d0 _* C3 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 s9 o( _. u$ [' ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) o, `7 q3 q0 R5 f! Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
. E& F# S; s' O! @0 bHow you tried to set them free, 9 q2 H3 `; ?. V/ c1 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# t8 t( N) g" e' P7 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : M1 S0 g$ u8 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . w9 p! a* @, l" ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ u8 R* a: r- s+ f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % t% L Q: [0 Q F8 w8 b5 t) J5 `
) G/ W K( h( x+ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * l2 j4 G, S% ]9 h: {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! o# e% J! ]) F! {( N( I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % W7 L5 g+ n' \' m3 }2 y$ R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 \6 ]8 r+ L" k) K9 J9 t6 D; N# I6 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + h. r1 m# s5 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" V2 k+ g' P5 s" ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' f+ B0 X0 G4 `7 m6 L+ T3 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 e, p2 w1 K" o0 T. SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! u1 d1 F6 g" K( \5 D+ {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 K( L# a2 o7 a0 W& X* C: S% x! [How you suffered for you sanity,
' b4 ~( R5 h. J7 B& kHow you tried to set them free,
) @2 W* z" u2 @. g: ^They would not listen they're not listening still, # F+ w, w. }& |) ~, {2 e& {# L
Perhaps they never will. |
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