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; C0 n! u4 L5 {( ]8 ], @# Q$ g4 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 B8 z2 L) M& j7 I) B r3 x1 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / S7 e2 E: |9 s- m4 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ r. S* b- d. \. M# ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 Y* r+ f' ?9 j7 b, L1 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ H# H% _ v( |* J& p4 o8 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
* g7 T6 R* @, q7 ~How you tried to set them free, 3 v7 A% l9 f: A6 j! ]/ G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Y) D! T. |, w8 _/ [ a8 y% IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / O! x( |$ W1 x/ d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' N1 a. B; s9 B& UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , {/ M# Z, u- h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 K- n6 i+ k0 [" n9 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ l# s1 y; }! _# X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( X0 Z: `4 Z, A$ S3 j0 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: K! g5 O' D; ?: UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" h3 ^: h9 p3 k; @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' W6 b1 H& _6 r4 g/ N% r% N- Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 m8 K9 y7 H' b, C" C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( |! D7 ~! H: ^2 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* M4 G# L2 Y. S5 j, nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , z U) E% [3 B( b# e
6 s c K8 \) z2 k" i1 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * y; b1 S! \/ s; y! v' A
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ g& ]4 i& G- Y- R/ r7 J6 sHow you tried to set them free, ( m8 F" t/ K3 L. L( `% n
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ H+ }( A* r" N# R' v4 f9 K. o
Perhaps they never will. |
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