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( ^+ B2 a Y6 t( jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ?2 w( Q9 T; l5 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , m9 P& W5 _+ k; u C) ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 s/ f3 t7 p8 a6 J5 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 n- s2 W$ x! L/ l9 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: B1 g$ V/ a* Y5 J
How you suffered for you sanity, ) m; @( S: V# @$ }& U6 A
How you tried to set them free, ; s, ]. A; O' ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + u# j+ D# G- ~1 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : Q) t) C) y# }( R& t! l1 [3 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 ]9 |# r! ?3 S% _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. }, D9 v4 M1 ~! M# UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & O" v" A4 Z& O0 e7 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 R9 X. U2 X; F: E& `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 f3 _! M) Z$ @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . f) \2 p9 q' {4 C3 J! z$ d/ Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 g x! s& z; |8 c3 I0 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 L' U* {. q& q" c$ N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- v2 e% m3 @1 g8 W. M& @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' p' C" U4 F& K8 {& m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 }9 o' `& D( m1 [) Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 K2 A$ o# t% G( ^, CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' P6 e1 g) D% k* L# CHow you suffered for you sanity,+ c" l( D: q. E1 B: @
How you tried to set them free,
A. f1 g" G% [$ i/ gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% o- f6 r/ l& Z5 w6 H( J1 {4 cPerhaps they never will. |
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