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! S9 F1 Q! H! Q: R0 x: ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 D- e7 y$ s/ c& d% D' _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 s# l' {: n. U, ]" {0 s4 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
C$ R1 d7 ^6 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 G8 X2 q1 p$ ]6 {! O) CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ h& ?9 F" X7 vHow you suffered for you sanity, & Z b! j D" `" R& l, {9 \! @% |) \
How you tried to set them free, 1 \+ c% F% o, y2 A. |) S, g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % P( f# v9 t/ p: [7 I# H$ E5 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 M0 l! \* z( p3 e$ } n& P5 l- e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : p2 |' M" r) Z+ K: \# `1 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , {; D$ R$ M2 B% G& N7 C0 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 z6 h$ w* O$ h( w, l; V4 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 @) ~9 D, i! G+ x( d4 S$ ]9 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 L4 G) N, U/ ?! |* H, IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! a8 z' p1 i" z B, [
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; q) N; k& C4 w( G+ d! |. A4 A7 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : r5 J' r1 n* g0 N( ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ b, W$ L" [+ q+ N% h DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& T0 Y, {% z5 `5 ^6 e$ o1 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# C* o$ E8 y( Y5 N# BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 K: i0 r% g% J% C( u! v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 m/ I9 ~0 V# t4 C! ^+ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
' b" z' U% N( bHow you tried to set them free, * B4 \8 Z: o2 k" c# D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: g0 _- _6 q0 N6 Q. YPerhaps they never will. |
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