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) M9 [3 g3 \% n w' h* s7 g: NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, U3 l2 v3 B' d) U) j( n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 Q: J9 T, f2 K1 l/ H, u# J( ?# z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( d0 x9 c4 T4 O2 w: E* Y# {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ C- X/ `2 I3 M0 t. T- ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ T% L4 G" p- D7 c; ]; m. DHow you suffered for you sanity, $ D6 F, s. T1 j) H( G* }4 v
How you tried to set them free,
5 H- m" l4 G) ~1 E4 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
d3 V. ~7 D( ^ h8 A& N+ o* {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 x" V: l1 |- S( SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ g4 g& ]5 q$ W7 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( a& V4 h* {: N5 U$ d( D: w, FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 r* e0 L1 G }5 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 a' K2 D0 `0 i7 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( N9 l& t2 o4 T, X# J& y" O7 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ {- k, W8 m* r! _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ J0 A6 m/ G6 G! j; n1 h" CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 L7 ^4 ]( y! _7 b5 z/ w. B I0 R' h/ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , ^' u; f) U2 f- V6 i$ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( Y; C; E& b! P! ?, w: H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " h4 R0 D8 i& q0 n7 B, T& H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 V+ x6 H. ^2 P6 S
How you suffered for you sanity,' W7 b4 @7 P, q6 M, z: Y
How you tried to set them free, @; n' b; b, B6 j" G3 N
They would not listen they're not listening still, o( |$ d- k4 {) m7 h. b: [
Perhaps they never will. |
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