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, f7 Z5 ~7 p0 {/ _) g6 z RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 x& E2 a1 T7 H& R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( t0 J9 T Z$ q0 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 B6 j" x! _+ I% q0 `7 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* i6 V7 x3 p0 q. v$ S$ H6 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 W& b4 g: o8 \8 z3 K+ M& LHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 u1 h! p8 H$ h% PHow you tried to set them free, ; G% `% L+ K, r q* {5 d' `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. p5 L$ m* q- d- K$ s; y, k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 w: y' s" H2 I6 a# E: A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * T# v# v: f$ M( y5 {: t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 K8 l( A: u% `4 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 W- t2 U0 g! Q' a# n
# n9 A" w# P% U1 A' bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- H$ L1 x$ Z: }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ e: Z* q) b: [4 w* U8 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, # w( ?, {. Y l/ O$ H
But I could have told you, Vincent, # z' y: Q8 M1 g7 f6 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" k H+ X7 F8 @5 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& k3 c1 ^3 d9 e6 P* HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! k2 O# Y/ ` M5 h) b5 l! BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * S6 a+ h+ H# h& ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( s7 l8 `% ?# N- t1 ? A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 i4 G2 p& O) F" _4 P( DHow you suffered for you sanity,4 N2 G4 \0 Q" S. z
How you tried to set them free, 7 k$ d) W4 y2 ]; B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ p& L$ \9 M$ o% n8 y0 `. OPerhaps they never will. |
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