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3 c: @) O6 C. J; L7 u1 Y% L. pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 Y& \ D% d. T. `, L, e3 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' S4 z; D" E& h; FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; o5 K; D9 z$ z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- J" e& @) t W: H) H) `* [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- K5 J, H9 r5 r) _; R9 E; UHow you suffered for you sanity,
, R! _: \1 H! x& G4 fHow you tried to set them free,
: u; \1 U5 W: G8 }! j' F# QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( P2 b5 L: E: m1 n( C) fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; p% z3 d& B4 `1 T; k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 ~( u/ m% \1 y3 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% L. N3 j: K" o+ z' ^8 HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 a. c3 x! Y! n3 q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % a( O. k0 g# A1 j7 I4 w- f3 k% q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) {+ L' F4 [$ z2 q" W& LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, l# E, v! x( G" J7 F( GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 s; ?/ ^: }$ h) m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; `1 K; y8 ]* I6 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # U+ B$ w4 U2 n2 @; e9 f& Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( h% |/ R0 l. |8 P; Y5 w5 f1 w+ @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / X- b- v1 A e3 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 X/ w8 j$ F ?" INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - W9 N, b( L" h7 t9 i4 a5 I9 n
How you suffered for you sanity,; W' _! ?, L' @* I
How you tried to set them free, , a3 {1 a0 ~( _. r5 _# h3 p
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) s' B, J& H4 h8 N% I# C$ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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