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' K) U, |2 E. o$ t- a: Q$ z2 E2 p! cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 \% Y' g |" s# b) U; J$ `. XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! w+ ^, v0 E$ P9 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* s' x# u4 X7 i B6 P t2 r& t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, F- _; w* N' g$ xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 w# l$ E: ]) f0 O4 I7 v6 h: ]' M: jHow you suffered for you sanity,
' _' D- f5 C N: `) z! b/ lHow you tried to set them free,
R$ \+ Y$ P' TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 X! Q4 q* R! B( {9 A1 B1 J: E8 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( S& p6 ]$ }9 M0 y. J; C+ g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * Q' S$ G; @7 m; D w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 m4 Y2 K: |- R3 s5 u, D3 j
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,
2 t2 N' r+ ~+ E2 H' _0 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 O0 n+ G) a w! m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, O* o2 S0 d! d' D4 I$ G3 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 q0 { L/ X* hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 P" z" N; D0 r& i4 C% u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 Z) R8 |; C. F5 X7 T2 c! h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * e+ I- Y( q# ?* q: m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: z6 I$ O8 }% y5 U' Y6 EThe 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, ; R0 l7 Z; A' F/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
( v' Z0 I" h. U {How you tried to set them free, ) U5 g, t- z/ W1 I! E2 p
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( n& [$ X& `* @1 T7 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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