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# `- P+ Y8 b7 |% I, \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 `+ w; \ C" Z+ L$ {' V8 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 _' Z+ _6 t' mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" [: G8 Q/ [- T: ^8 ]$ s/ `6 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 X7 b, i+ B7 t+ q& t4 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 D7 Q* T" Y# b: q/ `, q4 e0 | {How you suffered for you sanity, 9 u$ b6 {2 l% E1 e
How you tried to set them free, 9 |9 K* O+ \7 }7 v. `. z8 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" @5 r; W; {2 a7 D# m) D8 R' f4 m: `, NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # `% R$ N+ ?+ X& {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : D2 M& u/ a W0 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' U8 Y, j4 W+ y+ t' iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 p8 t% X' `, T! |7 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' _" ~4 t! w3 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 `) w5 u5 o: a& vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " k& Q( P; w# A, r( O% e5 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& l: W4 ?) \; t: U" LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 M, R: G" y5 x" S$ J: O
. H3 Y, C; T+ D! q& T: FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 S# ]5 T+ ^" K7 w$ P( s% j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 P, V, l& ~! D) Q$ OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, k6 l) D* Q. w t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- b" L( P7 x4 t0 l" hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 F6 G0 [, P' u* e" r7 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
, I9 S8 {' P$ g/ Z lHow you tried to set them free,
9 G ]2 ^) M2 `" IThey would not listen they're not listening still, " ?7 j/ s' Q" K. v) H, U* L
Perhaps they never will. |
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