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( @* O$ d: P& z& s5 ^) z7 L wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. T6 C, k4 `; X( ~- uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 o- J7 ?& P4 t# s% l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) P F x$ M9 m4 O7 B+ `$ I( h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. W) o, l. \1 v& I& s6 s. d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& m6 Z3 P. W9 ^, A# c
How you suffered for you sanity,
& I, l, g q+ E4 t. d! |* E, ^How you tried to set them free,
% H* U: C' g0 ?, gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 t( F$ f# a, C8 U- JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 h. X2 |% `* y' m3 {. \" m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 y. M0 f1 Y6 ]% Z$ T* u: DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! [* ~ k( q+ i. B8 E2 B- ^ k
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, 3 i1 e; O: ?2 F7 A" H- m3 K' o9 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, c$ r" ^' |/ X2 h- v+ T. U3 I( aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 V( `: p6 R) K! L+ i$ `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- E2 ^8 }1 ?5 y {9 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 j; |+ c X* W$ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, M* R, s6 D. G1 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' p i8 b. i$ T0 t! |4 Z3 k/ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # p3 R9 J1 Y* x7 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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x! Q! M a! c9 E* ~, mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 k" w5 f: S9 n$ S z: I
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 K+ V( b8 R1 E% z* yHow you tried to set them free, # t7 l8 J9 C4 R6 |# D/ J/ D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ m+ Y9 k1 U5 f" i0 ?7 p6 n1 ?7 j' fPerhaps they never will. |
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