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, K v5 R. U* s% _7 y$ @! EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ z3 K4 g6 W$ f7 q$ B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! L4 ]$ M9 [' l; n! ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' V p) W( F% U' D5 e4 _' h+ j ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 p; F0 F9 X4 W) e! f( ]( A9 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. f/ e, ]* H) kHow you suffered for you sanity, ( |. s: g& h; `! J
How you tried to set them free, 3 v% F& X' b; s$ j5 {& P, I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ w P7 g7 R6 i7 B# ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + x# o, ?, F( I' i! D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 R) J0 F; Q5 r# b1 h4 ]6 \8 v) HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 O- m8 }; }- E$ i6 i$ h+ U! Q; DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 Q+ X/ D# ]4 D. n( F0 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : p$ a# y$ K8 [/ W. f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 c9 J @2 O+ O& c9 f" D! HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 i: M9 z! V% ^: X
But I could have told you, Vincent, c1 G; V% K6 ~7 H* E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 y7 ^% w! V3 x# _* @: `9 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% g0 y9 s. v/ [; k9 Z9 e* F) sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - R; U; m# J( U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& Q) V4 Q8 R2 x7 u; @' n, A) iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 c! f; E8 G: C9 N9 l5 B9 {7 s
How you suffered for you sanity,& A5 v2 Y$ y$ J4 | Y4 z4 X
How you tried to set them free,
3 L8 D8 C1 |, O6 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. r( b4 O% b3 r( K! qPerhaps they never will. |
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