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: C* K& Z6 P' F6 _ aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! L$ G! {# d2 l, o3 X7 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 N* C$ @5 |1 M0 _4 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. x8 a C% ~# I6 X$ {1 A9 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 f, ~* M5 X, B) i) r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) H6 ?% O/ w; ^' \$ |9 g ^/ M' NHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ d2 S; m' x3 K& RHow you tried to set them free, 1 _# g V: m }$ H: F, X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 J5 O! X3 B( k" N# E9 I9 H. W% fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : R* v; b" L) Z" e" V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ L0 e6 c: ~9 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; G$ i% g& ?, p% T/ | f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / P- b# m* M: M9 |+ b2 M$ n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' O1 @6 E: q1 t: v& u9 V6 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; J/ H3 b' G& K r f! y4 I* K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % k' [2 W( r& W3 l% w
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 C7 D0 \8 Z9 i$ Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( G* W1 U* o( r4 {* j B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( _/ ?9 k2 g8 d% w6 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# l" N+ f" s: K3 a- ^$ K' wThe 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,
6 Y2 \% G8 Q$ }* e; VHow you suffered for you sanity,/ O- J; e2 F! c& @
How you tried to set them free,
: t& E+ ^2 p" W2 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 f7 \* `8 e+ o* I5 W, }3 A7 QPerhaps they never will. |
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