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& v1 p, z6 H, O5 f% m, c; lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ T( E; R: @0 m5 o8 y2 c6 i9 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 @+ c! M' y+ u0 Z) [* T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 P9 r$ Y: ~) U- ~: R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * z: C; f3 c1 V* A5 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 W) o f, i0 h3 M# H! }% m4 p
How you suffered for you sanity, " p- G1 U. x3 U) G* Z- @5 P1 q
How you tried to set them free, & G' n: v8 @+ d |6 V- s. t( o7 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # o8 r7 k5 X+ c/ `+ X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! r0 u2 J( P* J: [2 u# O/ P: E$ y/ M7 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 a5 L" R( G! t2 O# _* ]+ M6 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % e. ^& m/ A$ ^+ W$ |* W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
C' O6 K; A6 A7 d! IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 m% ~5 T. M7 P0 X; ]; E4 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / _1 i- i- h% z' V! L
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 S9 H& p5 j$ O9 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # C8 |3 e( `5 I$ O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 m* D; y) |5 A6 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. i& | Y0 k: c; s' b7 c- `1 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: \/ C+ {/ c4 ?) X' z: ?/ Y3 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, d9 K( z( L( I' q& xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 Z$ ^0 R8 e6 D
How you suffered for you sanity,: W* r) Y7 v# Q# H5 v% X
How you tried to set them free, 5 R+ c" H/ K( i9 d0 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, : N4 b; M+ {* Z" N, x
Perhaps they never will. |
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