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+ D* H; D& d& U* p: U( `% \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 E/ @6 m- p5 d8 R$ @# P$ ` c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* [! d8 s+ x3 H/ N J' y# ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- N2 j# n- y: g4 g8 M8 @; }9 z2 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + {' D6 A+ `( a5 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ D; a/ Q: M5 e; i! {How you suffered for you sanity,
4 }; G0 ~2 k3 F4 f7 s3 aHow you tried to set them free,
V/ n1 f) A) i: |# n2 ]$ I! K( _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - l; h+ w8 ?* x" V M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % j K) {4 s1 p s: }3 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) q' [ ~/ A6 [+ q O1 B8 u& o) O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& w# g2 p$ N1 `% W) rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 o2 h5 k% }/ L3 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
N! H4 a. v8 z& PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . n$ p: j3 E+ c7 z; o, q2 l( \( M+ A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% A6 {6 R7 W7 y+ ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
' X+ V: E, Z3 Y0 [$ i; k8 n* {2 d4 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 L2 k" Y9 ~: p" ]5 t
+ E% D9 H0 B1 x" N6 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * a/ t* ~, F# n; Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & G, z% r" D0 u' {0 c ?3 B+ g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 h0 l0 o* w; B/ A& aThe 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, & [* B( b% |) B+ R% C* L
How you suffered for you sanity,8 m K$ d# N* s2 v0 e, J" R
How you tried to set them free,
9 E+ j3 ^9 m3 _2 M0 `They would not listen they're not listening still,
: X3 W1 h! D" N. b1 SPerhaps they never will. |
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