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4 u: G4 h* c4 O0 ^3 Z, _; L" qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, G6 O4 b1 M* X7 f1 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 F0 O$ X2 T& @. n. }. u9 G6 w# Z; O9 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 O% ~7 |8 b- B' K, c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % r7 ?4 L' }4 f S. d" }3 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ M3 { L2 I6 G6 ^+ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 Q0 f2 X3 u& F9 B7 GHow you tried to set them free, * u5 u7 V3 R, C8 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: j: j- ]9 I" i9 v2 Z( wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' y/ x' I, S3 J3 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; A" r' L( u( a% W1 @! l; W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : `; x: m7 Q# n- h* i. N& D n) z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 E$ w5 W- E2 [: J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 \1 x( t5 v) H& L8 s2 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 s. u. G3 u* f4 m+ G' ^) b/ D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - n. X) {$ X P j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 ]8 x/ o# s# A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : o' j) n* {1 n3 K3 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + p9 O7 }7 o8 v4 r/ h1 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + j9 F- f/ u. q: \: ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 y) M6 Q" B2 @9 N( P( r" |$ s3 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& n, A# o! ?0 C1 _6 U9 E9 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, W* b+ Z) {4 D1 z# F4 y1 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
; \! p6 }, z( U5 F4 b* iHow you tried to set them free,
$ [1 k1 A6 M O5 F$ A0 p. Q" {They would not listen they're not listening still, + [; `0 H+ \$ a1 J6 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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