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3 U& }1 v, J1 O. B' [% z1 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 G* f( b& S9 j2 ^' M( z2 Z1 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; _! U8 ]/ @' I9 c* PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
F, @7 N. V& I" hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - p1 s& s5 x+ A W( l. ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 b4 [0 i0 Q7 c, z& z; G6 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 }& [; |) i: s9 H! X; g# w; ]How you tried to set them free, 2 A. K$ G. k3 C9 t* |" @( d. \* o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* H4 s1 c$ W7 s% W3 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- d' F+ P# l' c# M# y/ t% Z9 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 p1 D) A% W" h1 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ?1 A1 C" G* ?+ k2 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( L: Z, e# O3 l- p, BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( B6 c# `# Y) G" w$ p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ s! J9 E9 z8 f: JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + |* h: O6 C P) t3 q7 _5 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% F/ X; m* _9 q; c3 y# }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * s. e2 Y+ z& K" ?5 r+ M) l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 g7 K7 N( Z* m9 U4 V. o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& M) ?- S s1 s; V. y3 j! CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 Z' \2 Y8 Q: G2 L! r$ EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 K4 _+ n3 d" G. t: A X$ }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( |& y/ h H5 Z7 C) r1 J+ R0 s
How you suffered for you sanity, ?# \: |$ H) m% q5 d- B
How you tried to set them free,
) J/ B- F- y6 ]! }) ?; X9 JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# a% I& H; e! g, I L% \" u% EPerhaps they never will. |
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