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0 z, F2 n: a3 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " X- a- N* V' [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( {( b" G7 _' W; l8 V1 Z3 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) ]% S* t1 Z8 ]2 ^$ [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 i j8 s3 y9 p0 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 q3 |, B1 x# @How you suffered for you sanity,
; ~2 g* X3 `9 W0 _How you tried to set them free, 7 \0 o0 H5 M0 X- F( Y0 T+ z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * `( k/ V' c( B8 B- s$ W; l3 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 t, s$ V1 A% b! TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" G4 [. z" _* a$ s0 a* BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 _$ z+ m; \. v( _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 W& M% o0 w! [6 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; P+ W# C, y P `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; e3 g/ y: K( P' J' j- L7 y+ u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , Y/ s+ I7 o' ] G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. `7 z- N6 t O! @3 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ G/ }- n; U" Y& ~* ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 D7 N; k1 B6 V+ P8 ^) u; W; L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, m- r+ A7 l: Q+ B6 c+ F" j- HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! I) k4 l, |6 E+ }# s0 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 z0 `; L# \) Y* H# a5 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 D4 T9 f% t4 [, v9 K0 \2 _9 M1 M! w
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ s4 c% c4 g: e2 Y l2 JHow you tried to set them free, * v( h/ d+ n, i7 F5 b2 b N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& F% S9 a' U7 V. hPerhaps they never will. |
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