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; [: |6 |$ a" \5 @! R% x; yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ l2 @. f3 C: {/ d9 k! K# eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 K8 Q/ p3 J( @3 E5 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 N' R4 F& A. }- g8 u' W6 Q1 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & V$ l' Q6 s6 {, \* }( O- Y( z2 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. B7 i) r1 ]* RHow you suffered for you sanity,
& s$ y% s }: O! LHow you tried to set them free,
) i* w# r8 s4 u8 n. }/ JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! K7 G' T3 p( \% {, X) ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! e0 N+ C9 u; ?4 ~: z+ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# Z( L& U$ e: m) f6 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 b9 b5 O+ x3 @( X2 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 U: d! B- I" W/ l) B' V. f. A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / p" _1 x" j4 `0 x7 O- x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" z- c% F1 F! \% Y: x* KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- h' ~) R+ `& R- N/ W4 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, , Z! W) `7 Y5 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ ^# i( G5 K$ R3 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ S% H. }# }% h, `% r3 y' |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # r) F; Y i. c6 m4 \' [9 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' U) Z8 a6 t* x& Q- i; n* {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 a, y/ y: L3 y v3 k F+ N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 @) W8 w5 D7 K3 ~# U' h: o. I
How you suffered for you sanity,$ X9 `( v3 X; ^( I' c" q: `) r
How you tried to set them free, ( h$ {" ^3 M# ]$ [' h$ o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 _- J' o4 n+ f* T5 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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