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/ P2 I7 \! I* e9 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 y9 }4 s b- D: @0 B4 H0 J) f+ n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - `: |# V8 i" h8 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 U9 V& L& |/ S( ^- X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % q% y. H/ n8 [, w I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 \3 Y3 R/ x4 G5 x: S0 \% B
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 ~) R) R: C1 T- r1 v
How you tried to set them free,
5 f' O4 N, s; b: y9 `8 ?; aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% F8 E- W2 t8 D. F" VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 G1 P+ w1 U6 {6 A4 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" k. S+ _; i1 p/ U- O0 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, A$ q0 D) K$ x1 B+ ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " A4 i/ F; r. M) b9 d; x8 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* H+ s* D M- z [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 q& X: f( T; K8 r& oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 Q' k4 P& r kBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) }& F |! I; z7 l- ]+ `" ^5 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, i. v/ U& V1 h" i7 M! ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 s6 e6 \# _7 v0 p/ p1 @! n) GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 A$ T; H% H6 l$ e1 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ Z. T: n7 P1 Q+ C% v2 F7 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * L) |" ?* c `# m9 L& f/ q, y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ g4 M+ @/ { O, y( n/ jHow you suffered for you sanity,- _+ O1 z5 ~$ u- U/ j' f
How you tried to set them free,
5 Q* f5 G) D* F, O3 w5 g! e2 H" iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ N/ _" A& U- ZPerhaps they never will. |
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