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. G: t* i: E {# @: Y, \( f8 B5 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 U' k. U+ `0 l" \% NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 L" Z/ t* S4 @( AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 M' Y$ \2 ^; t* [7 k* q" iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. x& w' C. P b4 c5 L) A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: d$ M: _) C' p- b( Q( ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
; c3 F# O9 g$ K7 u+ F2 pHow you tried to set them free, % {) n# W1 `! X, S3 v( t. S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / e- z$ X* Z/ _. S9 E5 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 j3 Y& E/ c" \6 i9 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; D, {/ i( @' R/ O3 v, d) O/ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 p' j& h5 U" m$ \5 W; d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" J# X' |9 E2 i, C4 e& NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) T" `# R* o: n! e3 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , v+ ^+ x* h7 c5 V( E5 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ b* G4 h4 K" {1 K& N5 l: W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 }. g$ Q0 K0 U3 X9 j& {+ U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 x' O6 \$ g0 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) n, d& v# _1 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: }$ Z: W% f5 Q& SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% o4 e `6 m( e- ~* ?, D% gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 r9 ~. J5 Y% z* ~# h& V" v- b
How you suffered for you sanity,/ E9 j) N+ Z, g, S
How you tried to set them free,
& D4 L: B6 f2 L, k# A! X. @They would not listen they're not listening still, ; D5 s% z! s& n) A* u$ W9 R7 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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