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# u& }6 r1 O8 O2 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! B7 `7 S4 y$ k( q, t7 K2 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ?- ^5 o/ b" ^. I+ H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) b; g/ D: |" p6 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " R- y2 S# I: l" P6 r6 }9 G b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 y- ~: @' [+ W( yHow you suffered for you sanity,
& l7 B5 J3 W ]7 K" c% I4 ?How you tried to set them free, : \/ e; B* e- ~6 I* ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 V! l, h9 W, J/ n) BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 O# }* ?5 A7 A) i8 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ ]8 X6 Z6 l! f# D4 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 D" K" m2 f0 q0 F O4 l0 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ^) V" |. L1 p+ M3 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 H; I: M5 F" D( m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * d% K( U1 Q; F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! u, W, P2 [$ w& a6 n3 L. S0 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 Z1 H) @5 u8 Y4 [4 M- F* mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' L# K. C4 f' Q7 _2 o3 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# v/ N1 n7 D& _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, 5 Z6 D. w) l; N9 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
) A7 `/ h% [& {. P, `5 c I$ V9 o V) FHow you tried to set them free, 0 I! p: k) f8 E2 v* o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 X. e e% `* }! S7 u! T* Z6 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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