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( P3 V6 k* Q! w. d* sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! s& N+ q. |6 R" ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 H/ z+ ?4 s% b9 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* F9 a$ @; H' f5 l! M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 e3 |2 i5 }- z0 M8 L( a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 Z9 L) q2 R! n$ ^1 t; `# U: ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 \+ d( b* ?* `2 iHow you tried to set them free, . V% ~4 v. p- }, s! k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 K0 N/ r6 s3 {2 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # v+ i# o, W. {* D6 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; r$ t+ t* u8 E% K5 ~( OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 W1 S* a" y- j1 QWeathered 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,
8 U1 s2 R/ L# H1 X7 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + |# p( k) V; `- Q9 c2 N. X- D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 k& V D; q$ x' _But I could have told you, Vincent, ' A5 e! n, `; b( ^& o' _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, I/ c, l# S" v4 Y4 t, ~3 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! p7 s1 D; s( F8 U0 n) Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - H' V# h0 f9 e& P+ [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 C; n( {' ^1 |9 c: A8 V- }* B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* b, ^# i3 Y* I' M# ]* m! T7 |3 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! q, Q5 _" U4 ~/ ~. F2 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,& D& ~ i- N1 K2 c
How you tried to set them free,
1 x" ]8 }+ S- D, d# f, a! JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# h' l; \* C, m, B" ^, @' n- @0 s( IPerhaps they never will. |
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