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. T J- l( w7 q% t$ [! oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
D4 O' t- ^7 |9 ~+ a3 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( Q# d# J* k( ^7 ^0 x3 x5 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 a: ? x7 T w( x) iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ p# h! ^0 b& U7 _+ jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ v6 [$ B& {$ H5 E6 u$ `7 l0 h, k# P$ w
How you suffered for you sanity, / T& } e5 X, o0 P4 y
How you tried to set them free,
0 r* i6 Y- f, _8 S0 g8 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # K+ m- k& |1 o& H! O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! r2 g7 `& p- y7 }# }" y- K8 }2 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ K1 D6 k) Q# |/ i: M. [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
u- a9 l* s$ O6 ?. RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! K& {' V: l( X! r( R+ ^( Z8 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( R# _5 ?4 F. b3 g5 o- YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' P; U1 j' A0 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, h n& c9 X0 V% P( l. R* E( ^- \) o0 EBut I could have told you, Vincent, % ~: o! z M9 v" x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. o! x9 \ A! u& c5 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 [- _5 A) X% A4 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 B1 I6 j8 V! c/ c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( S( i% V1 `" O+ Z, yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. X- B% Q- M1 \7 S% l+ uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 ^& R* T4 v- z5 |* [' p' d2 K
How you suffered for you sanity,# I( W8 S4 m0 H
How you tried to set them free, , Q2 c- P7 [3 Y) ~8 L' T. B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- K. t0 F% T6 I( _, x: iPerhaps they never will. |
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