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% M) G8 t- m- N E& N) j& }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 s5 T$ C4 Q i, E( ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 X: x/ f; g/ _: W, |5 ^: P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# n3 }+ G4 l: ~" T: |' DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 v" T: l V$ u4 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& s2 I; T& n- \; C/ ~5 f
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 _& G3 E! J; W+ p$ A/ R
How you tried to set them free,
5 ]9 ]( m+ g/ C% F1 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! E) @3 D* z4 O) S* o/ n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 j& ] D" E3 X7 e2 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 F* U! _' A( r7 y$ I4 O' j0 Z( v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( {7 x* M6 x$ ^; h W8 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 M! W# \1 \, t" q+ e! PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; w6 f1 w0 k9 n; O8 {- c% p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" k. i7 g$ h! u4 P( s4 O! S, QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ f# N* u0 \$ t3 K1 ?0 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 b/ h2 c9 V, L2 T& r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# j( D8 Y) ~2 ]7 C4 X0 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; F9 v5 i3 p) Y" p4 b4 f% n8 d' B/ GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 c" U* p" S9 w) v) Q7 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- U& Q* }$ A4 [ b; r$ ]& _5 D: oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* y# { P# R; H5 l( tHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 t1 M* A# D1 G B% ?" yHow you tried to set them free, 3 u7 ?3 p; ~" w& M( H# g; n& b5 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 a- I" ], ~3 G- M9 I, D
Perhaps they never will. |
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