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" ~# ^4 `$ |: N% b, K5 p, l& j/ E0 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 H. o8 Z) A$ P2 |& e4 _: ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 [0 |$ f/ x0 `3 ^$ e8 N( aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( a! [( m( W! w# tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 J5 B! c( m7 |, H2 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 N: {% }; Z$ \ G: L: @ RHow you suffered for you sanity, . b# [% _3 R5 i4 n) m1 ^- I
How you tried to set them free, ( [. T5 L$ y$ S( S2 ?- V' h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! ~0 @+ z- O3 o/ gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - Z, ~% x2 F# f) L( x1 \* x. U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, p+ M" K0 B/ ~ Y! ~, m# ^2 X. d* F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 g# a" J/ N1 ^ q* Y* E
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,
' D4 I8 l$ m5 ?" ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ] ] A9 B6 r. W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + r1 d* W* j, ?4 E0 v* X- o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ _- v% Q1 O5 _! _$ g* p" q# D; NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' ^& J8 [8 P, qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; X' m. j* y& B$ [0 }+ p3 {8 b* f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 B4 g+ k3 E2 U4 o8 ^' K/ g \9 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' c* f. `# e7 DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 v m. {0 K8 f# mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 r. X& U# K# c* mHow you suffered for you sanity,
- d: L& u k* n; d# Q8 B+ PHow you tried to set them free,
; J4 c7 {1 h' A' N# eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 z. p- B2 v& I+ d W" [
Perhaps they never will. |
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