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+ X2 \) H# l" f+ {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
F, u/ B7 W& K1 E! I; T3 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, N3 @' u! E' x' q* u5 ^5 `( ?* HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 B b8 R8 p7 a$ F5 m4 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 |8 y+ H; b5 z yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% ?1 \& _7 o" |8 ?# m2 e: |
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 G$ c: a1 @. V" }( G
How you tried to set them free,
# |: P0 h9 }# s% n( x4 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 {8 ^: y' v6 V% jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * t/ |5 V% o) U4 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 O) t* ^! B; ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. {+ N0 q8 e+ Z) |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 G- w B( m" c$ Y4 d
) z* C4 ~% i, j" U8 E1 K) M# DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. ?1 s | m5 C. K h: hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- Z: u! `( O8 N( }1 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - ?; B! M* C( I! F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( U! x; X+ i+ k. ?& a. L( n. IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: u, l( Q" d. MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# I. h% P: k$ k6 A2 w) ?; \. l/ r% D DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . t6 L5 n& K% n" E! f3 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 N8 M! f8 p- u# s/ Y2 Y& l6 R9 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ]5 C; r, s2 R. }# C; {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 n# j! `+ L8 _! {! Y: \4 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
# J$ f+ C4 Z) x# hHow you tried to set them free,
% ~8 F5 {$ ^, x) f' A kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 o s& U7 `+ w" m0 f+ h/ K2 @8 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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