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1 ?1 c ~8 `& p; z/ f/ GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + f% Z" }* \7 _5 E7 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 T& d B. p6 q$ s( i$ p- @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( r: X9 A5 D- T, G* ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 ^+ |4 o; X# n' f$ v7 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 J) O. n8 p( {
How you suffered for you sanity, / o4 M- `2 t6 G: R
How you tried to set them free,
" L% p3 ~( J0 z+ F3 r2 L4 E& kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) h$ E. j3 q6 o$ F# ?8 E% PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' B/ r' R5 T0 R, |1 }- FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. R' V$ q, {& J- p, f1 e5 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 K9 P& }4 @- w, b& T4 hWeathered 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, 8 A. Z4 J5 Q$ Y2 o9 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + r8 G5 Q& y3 ]# M- N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 C% V7 z o6 L0 S! @& ]# V) kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 q. L5 B. }6 f- _8 P; fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 W0 p6 s8 I4 S1 o2 A z6 ~* yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& ~. Y! a9 K+ @1 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * i, j0 Q7 C2 L c4 N4 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 U. L) F- [" qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 b3 j' Y# c0 c, X/ g6 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
( h% r7 G% A) U+ b' [& [How you tried to set them free, # r' X E ~- k# x6 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, , M. B: O1 w& [. {% i1 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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