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* a/ N* r; e; a% e/ kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 i/ ? D$ E, |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % `: q, ` \& K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 h0 Y& n( u' [' U+ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& j( R! N; R& ^) V* f# x& h6 F5 \$ A' jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# h' M `# b: H8 k0 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 O) Q/ ~7 v N3 e2 O6 f6 AHow you tried to set them free, + e8 x! w# }0 ~ ]9 C+ q8 z# U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' H0 M- h8 `9 S$ j! fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . k2 f* H: x# i0 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 o, H) e0 A7 G }$ Y" L% ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , `/ X- q2 B. F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# s9 Z/ t) j7 N% |# ^% {+ hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( f: q0 ]0 x; F- v1 Z* `$ GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 S4 q3 F7 m9 \! AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, `7 N5 B" A+ P9 e& e9 X8 c! lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. `: ^+ k, U& a$ N- o, |. pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; D: G) ?8 p* F) J# S9 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; F* y6 Y- d" s4 A/ @% w+ \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, R6 [& l; E. W$ nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) ~5 {) Z1 X$ ]. ^3 O1 B* pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 V. J5 {2 E$ I- Z. THow you suffered for you sanity,
6 `: m0 @& k3 ^! w/ IHow you tried to set them free, % y5 x3 O) F! i1 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. y0 M4 s8 `: ^( M- z3 |Perhaps they never will. |
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