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% {0 L6 T0 P% I4 b7 }7 r% {/ r- @7 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 u; y) Y( w: ^* ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; N( v0 E4 r Z& n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
~+ u. H$ A7 ^1 c$ FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 [7 W+ f2 r& l1 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 ]# m: a. S9 @, jHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 p8 i3 H, h# H
How you tried to set them free, ' U5 K. c' X4 Y0 o" N) x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 m; X1 s$ [0 I9 b: s5 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 E5 @7 c% C$ k9 W9 `! ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 l' p' g0 N9 _: w( y8 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # b# `: X4 ^) v7 }3 A1 j- h0 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 z7 v$ i6 i" F- M
* O, z5 |& \1 y+ \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' k7 a9 m5 v+ j8 g" F2 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . {+ F0 p! z" E6 k& f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 |0 v. W3 ]" E" L! U: pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. n/ J7 D4 \* r+ ]4 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, M- t0 \; c7 Q( @/ M5 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 R% ?) ~& T/ U0 F3 E3 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 k% J2 h4 t7 A2 M" u! j$ Y
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, ) V, l: G/ ?1 k9 \) _& C! d$ F
How you suffered for you sanity,3 m# j+ x+ ^( Y s2 |4 {
How you tried to set them free,
2 T' m7 o% k& a3 P0 @- |3 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 l4 S7 ~" T# b+ ~5 WPerhaps they never will. |
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