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: ]: s( }% P5 B; xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 A/ `; [! u/ {9 K0 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: Y' V) }) e" Z/ zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( f/ j. t# }. `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * Z6 m$ q# F) C) e% x- z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 _; m; f7 f e1 T$ k
How you suffered for you sanity,
& U" T% g$ h O8 u- QHow you tried to set them free,
! w) E8 T) J2 ?) g0 r/ |, `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 L6 Q8 U5 X7 f& [# [9 t/ m/ @7 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% s4 e% o# u% dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # V) L4 l4 i# h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 b$ e/ w" T, E: e+ b7 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 e) T& I9 b% L- z. B- x4 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ ~" u5 w2 q0 ^* ]# w5 i! R9 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 Q; z, G4 }& m3 G! `6 U" K& x7 `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ T0 M9 t' c, j$ SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) i3 A$ Z4 Y2 Z4 W# K6 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 M% s( [+ E/ z8 L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 y! ]* p7 y5 X$ G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ O5 Z4 e- R$ N% i- \& ^1 ]. D8 v( c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: e- |2 |4 _1 H" r$ B6 S! rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! v2 \0 [1 P0 }5 P3 @! xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 y8 f7 H }) W$ K9 ]& v% s
How you suffered for you sanity, A/ L" R3 f/ |
How you tried to set them free, 1 H- s* F0 i- G2 ^4 b: I! e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 \7 `4 K; H3 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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