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$ |: e4 p3 F1 q; zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % h% t6 E, c7 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * M8 a/ E* s b# O+ Y% F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 L2 Y& q& r7 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 S# m' y, Q0 p" p- |" ENow I understand what you tried to say to me, C: V& l3 M) v0 F9 o' m* f, i
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 }- a0 S* u6 R/ P, v; e+ W% RHow you tried to set them free,
0 E) o; r; K* z. y v# W6 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 W6 k/ G9 P% e+ N5 y8 G. sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : ]/ h" U2 R* U( w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 D# j' h" k3 Q( |, F: F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" T6 E, w4 a9 `5 m0 Q; l) yWeathered 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,
/ i( \. P3 g3 ]8 M3 Z4 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( R+ E9 @; q3 f* z2 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! C3 M, }. u5 k, t( H6 c7 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 l6 M, d, H0 D6 ^/ W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' @- c. M# ]; H1 d7 R6 {5 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 n4 L& z+ n- j/ HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 T8 U! I6 f( |3 P9 R" XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ p- m$ Q d0 R0 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 B' u* m& {0 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 j# @+ Y- L: X' z% Y% o! ~
How you suffered for you sanity,4 P) u7 L: j6 W
How you tried to set them free, ; F8 r2 O- e3 g; W5 p. S* R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ e @2 d# b# e _4 _3 jPerhaps they never will. |
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