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4 J3 K/ }6 b: _) `( }( ^% MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " d: [3 k# ^& r2 m% S4 c8 ~; q; `3 \# O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ~# v) ~ }* M* H4 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! F7 P2 J6 ?& [: J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) `% @* J/ P. @& j$ Z9 N5 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 g2 C* L* e* [9 a, G# ?
How you suffered for you sanity, & t$ c, p( ] K) O* \1 l
How you tried to set them free, ; k* Z5 Z: [% _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( E( y3 k: e. N& O" O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ T; ]' @) T8 y0 ~. `+ x" {5 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. `8 t4 I! e! K+ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 m0 P, T" _2 R7 G: l5 ^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, % {$ A8 D/ ]5 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' \$ `( y# q$ }9 E8 h T/ \+ f( W# r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" }3 }3 ~) \) T; {# ^* I/ O0 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 `0 W4 G" Y- L! ^ v. M! s+ }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& L! o% n4 B. D9 X: G3 n& @, GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , b, G r: o+ A+ q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 e/ q5 f! s) \) A! t) M$ x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% {( O+ I# P. L- K% U THow you suffered for you sanity,% o/ B# i n) \% D+ F$ {1 H
How you tried to set them free, * A8 _- W. n( p2 b+ n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ ?1 H- T5 S6 \6 F4 l3 ^3 h) @Perhaps they never will. |
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