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1 ]8 ]0 J7 T/ w0 l( e% vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ?9 {5 f( ^! q/ z$ g' eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& Y! T# V7 h9 m" U KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ^& X; W6 @% P5 L/ A- ]* ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& G0 d+ I e3 v: J( K: B8 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! _" q# }2 T5 S8 l* ?How you suffered for you sanity,
+ D. D5 M% Q1 v$ I3 X7 oHow you tried to set them free, : e$ \& O1 B6 |2 Q9 [1 G3 f# s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + _' Q4 |% F* X e0 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( q# w9 X Y4 P& }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; R4 n; F: p. f ?, A p4 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 S2 t0 D3 n5 Z9 Z$ JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 o8 P* {- E% `9 h( vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' f ^6 n6 ~- J4 e5 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 d4 K/ ?+ m: mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" a& |# ]) {! q2 o' }But I could have told you, Vincent, # V6 |8 D8 m$ D% O9 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 w. D" V/ @% _0 |- j' z( K7 ^$ YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 N9 i% W% a: A) c) I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 e2 F1 I$ {1 \; G' u. y g* j" o9 I! e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* k6 E( X6 I4 @ D% O4 N. IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! x# R* q' R& X' ]/ zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " n- G( @$ E: D \# D9 D% j; j. q
How you suffered for you sanity,
! j7 W5 L0 ~# f3 p# }How you tried to set them free, 7 S( G, J. I0 N! J6 ^& {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) v4 N( c! n @; z% w# k( nPerhaps they never will. |
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