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8 c1 O$ m7 s) k/ zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : [: `9 \ v7 a. K+ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ]2 F+ b% P$ C, A9 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ]% ?3 i% [' o) z' n0 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' o8 i) h* u- s& D8 z8 N8 _1 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 }0 |# j( n7 b# x) ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
- _, R( y4 Z7 M i; JHow you tried to set them free,
5 G, i+ B; G+ k: r1 @6 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - {+ A- l' F3 Z+ U% l& m& K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 X; `% t% B( m8 Z: kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : j0 h' |& B/ ^ ^+ m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% T$ V' \! T' d( H% W. `) ?+ JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# N; \; w) S5 x; m5 q) ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % v6 L' G1 B" W9 B5 T3 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 [) t/ W3 t8 Q" e- ~4 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 V6 L5 Q8 X U5 y A m& RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' T7 g8 V b" p* }6 \: w% PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( O7 I8 [7 r+ [1 J5 C+ g/ ^
1 A) i4 G4 m! X! p5 B! A; y/ uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : |: M9 p. x/ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 T8 e- F' \- d% ?; P7 O( o6 L( mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# M6 {8 T) K8 }- ~6 m( x, F- jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; L' I& T' Y9 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. L# c v& o. q4 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
; v) b( U! y5 ?8 z: c1 R2 `; fHow you tried to set them free,
+ o& K' v% | M# hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" b3 ^% @3 X0 lPerhaps they never will. |
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