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+ f Y' `/ \3 ~) D: R* d" F4 v$ VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 `' L0 ?3 Y- M D) k! zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! S1 O5 j- ^2 {2 D+ E) [6 k" xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," `2 ^( H6 C. B+ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 Z" e- `1 w2 I& {) ^ ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ]! U- y4 G0 G6 `How you suffered for you sanity, & T& y3 ^& r' N1 }: F
How you tried to set them free,
8 M* e- J4 v/ P3 k; p$ bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * p0 _$ A/ u* R$ g$ u; @" |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( q3 n. _( ?) t* u" R1 c* S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# {) Z* l2 w0 o1 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * | J$ D, \; f# j* r% J h5 b. i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 l3 v6 c* l% i0 F0 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! ^4 c3 ^% w) T* B# b) r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / R) Y4 f$ [+ q2 B$ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : y4 ^% S3 \! ]5 C _3 ~5 B4 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 j' ?2 n t/ ~# V' h0 k$ Z# Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , [ n0 @& Q }) n3 y; Y. D1 @4 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 ? e# U8 @" x; F; W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- \$ u; j* b4 v4 y5 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 u: U4 q) f2 T( Z- Z' L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 v% I" V+ B P8 |3 o( {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& T# u" m7 {# T9 @( g1 q2 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 ~9 C! P' L6 z) d+ NHow you tried to set them free, % Z6 @5 x9 A- b! n/ \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 b: N. R- v9 uPerhaps they never will. |
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