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2 S* g0 M {9 @# {9 v' lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) k( R1 F* c: d9 m, y- l7 @4 O0 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) i0 S! i9 W2 |" o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& g7 F. _6 ]( `5 X& ^" ?. t M4 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 x3 I+ X1 I% o* i1 J" c: G( B4 P7 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. N1 ] ?0 n% z2 K/ N1 b1 a' \How you suffered for you sanity, 2 }7 n# `+ k; h6 l
How you tried to set them free, " F# T6 E6 x" r3 a2 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' k% ~! W2 m5 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Z0 h3 u; z: e+ I' O# {/ Z9 y7 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' G* M9 x8 S5 C- [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ T8 \, O; R( D- L% `/ s" YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 C, a: o' H, F* E, [' HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 u _* F4 F1 h. K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' z! W# c7 s5 ?; t# nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 z4 d. m& {! o2 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' N, i) |; o) \2 M* n/ d, P9 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, J* B f- p! U& T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# l, p% O c8 I- r" `; S# l, ]2 v: Z4 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 g. G7 r1 @) t; Z! h3 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 G9 f7 ?5 h" r3 a) m3 X+ x9 ]& i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% y$ N# q: p( k! z# F1 m4 [How you suffered for you sanity,6 _( Z- M% ^8 e8 o, d
How you tried to set them free, 6 u8 B7 `9 y4 `# E
They would not listen they're not listening still, & @1 Z% u8 m6 ^/ j
Perhaps they never will. |
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