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, u x6 N; k# |/ V* hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ]: ?3 ~0 X, V9 R0 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 E' Q! l# j2 x) d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 I1 G U# h7 q+ e ` W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. j3 A f7 W' P8 {# t3 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( Z; k& w" N+ s3 d9 C8 m' IHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 p9 H2 F$ C8 _! T. DHow you tried to set them free, e6 Y2 S' e8 z$ T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " G8 v' W- Z" B6 _ ?7 F1 E& @9 h& x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! x& I5 k* r# Z' W9 R7 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : H8 @: ]4 I, Z% ?1 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! T6 l. y& L( N6 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; M8 @" p& |3 X, F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / ?( o4 @. p: A9 _: e' T" s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
^8 |0 C; o$ ^4 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ u6 [* g5 A/ [5 ?* F) c b9 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 j. X# O) N5 Y8 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 p# r2 e7 f) t+ ~% n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& |: o# m( e. D2 C# ^5 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . g$ J+ j' y8 z5 b5 [7 e$ d v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 l2 @$ w- h0 o7 P T7 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + o4 G( J: m7 c% ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
, U3 W( H1 K- w& u; x$ D; \) rHow you tried to set them free, : A+ z$ E. ~7 M2 n0 E' Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 z3 f! a8 a" B# Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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