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" g9 L/ I0 Z: w6 T: a1 d& lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, g$ I k! @! w* q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 I# ~3 M5 T7 N: M s. c, EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& Q. g' `* A; ^" v+ s2 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 W5 H8 f' ~* b6 `* f0 m3 r0 C; l# wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
^" I$ z) b8 [/ r B/ c3 sHow you suffered for you sanity, - W& G u3 K+ g6 F! o7 g0 D) [( r
How you tried to set them free, 4 N5 E& F! F2 q- {+ u. J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 _2 V7 }6 C( ~3 m" k- I- XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # A: A+ z, C8 q+ e; \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / A6 p4 Z. G# Z3 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( X U6 \. J* `% [8 [( U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 H3 Q3 r$ ^5 B; J- n. ?4 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# W0 g+ h" g) K9 b# n$ fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; o7 p9 |6 ?: [+ [1 }% @8 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, }* p3 Z% X3 h, }! DBut I could have told you, Vincent, / X3 M G+ x- O P& I- D* _9 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! ~1 }3 H l8 f' d* R: \3 b& [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 m: T! e) ?1 T1 d% ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; G$ ]9 E4 x$ KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, m9 `4 k4 b( _5 N0 T1 b
The 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, 4 b: z# x! P; I- i$ [
How you suffered for you sanity,) K) l, q: f1 }- |! z
How you tried to set them free, ; D+ Q* e% x5 D; h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 u1 a$ o+ Z$ y' M! M& APerhaps they never will. |
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