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+ o0 c4 I( ^8 |' k K5 j5 f" lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 F8 V5 c( Y4 ~8 m" R I* P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 k1 ]4 ^! Y" c( b2 Q7 g% C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; F5 ~( R6 ^& s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ R3 M' [/ \! ]% H9 s" n3 {9 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- s# [& G Z/ O% C. i' V
How you suffered for you sanity,
O" L4 V2 g+ GHow you tried to set them free,
+ c. J( R9 s, C7 @5 p8 f6 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 R0 d Q# J ]5 m% F4 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ |- X# M4 P7 c2 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 [6 i; J, t+ N. D4 n2 K0 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 ^- q3 l5 A5 x% f+ b6 P
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,
# B$ J# x) W+ Q" W1 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( C. Z# j) D/ u- JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 b. Y2 {9 ?7 m9 X5 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! w5 M: M! u5 `1 s( i7 i- K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! Y# Y+ q0 M& ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 Q' J7 B% E+ n9 e- l0 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- f0 q1 N9 h! P ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 J) }7 Z! C( B9 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ k# n6 Z7 K9 ?9 A: u
9 ^- d, }& U& J% n. b& I" NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* J- l- C& s; u/ x+ n7 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
- I& `, n% D* ~How you tried to set them free, ) p+ i9 y6 [, l! `" O& [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; ~( v6 ]% r# D* WPerhaps they never will. |
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