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' q X# X& T5 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) z* B1 C9 ?( w) A+ ?. X9 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ G1 S: I+ O* J, hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: O( r# G* f9 E" O* b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! f u% r+ S3 F8 x0 ^$ L% w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. L5 ]/ m- d+ T3 R& m5 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
. z% F; E9 f) q a0 j6 T SHow you tried to set them free, - ^- f4 p8 D& d R: n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 z8 T3 \. e) r. I2 l% e* o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 H0 R' w: N) q8 L z e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) W2 U j" F9 Q6 e$ gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 H" @4 ?) \+ Q4 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 x* ?9 h8 U- o |" O, y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + V& p9 |8 @4 m7 f' G9 ]! S, M0 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: i% U$ Y% y/ l; w p! |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, p) K9 G9 T, Q7 }) q* tBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 S& r6 g* Q* g9 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; R9 y# u# |/ g; c. HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 s! {3 S2 j% a9 E. l+ S+ Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % O7 X* ^) o r2 v" D# ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, L# L- ?! `) r& G5 L8 ]! K, qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- D4 ~! {- y; w# e& T8 {( l/ vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % V; Y0 X" e: S& w+ L, e! L
How you suffered for you sanity,
& O' u4 [6 E6 e+ o: ^How you tried to set them free,
: V8 s1 N9 ]# x/ h- |" W2 l' I" ]They would not listen they're not listening still, ; p; k6 _- E, d5 {, _/ o
Perhaps they never will. |
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