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" e+ z( @+ w1 p: L, e s hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ d5 F3 B7 q# \' |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) q6 Z% L+ T+ u$ iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 U5 G w' P8 S) r- C, K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 P# ]9 K3 ?6 O& l% T& L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 S5 v: s X# }4 {How you suffered for you sanity,
, p* a8 g4 ]. ?9 o% X5 IHow you tried to set them free, . o0 P8 V/ y; F3 R g9 \4 T0 I) `; v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 d/ X( g: q' ?: f# s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 N5 K8 u" z: G4 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# _8 T: n9 A8 ~7 D; W% O! H! d; U3 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / h1 ?0 a! J" g* F6 W4 u
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,
- \7 w0 m, p J* Q9 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( L+ H4 ]0 P1 }0 b0 X3 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + E/ K4 c1 U4 f% V# a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 y3 v1 {. T c; N- @3 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % E& l6 L. ?: i: w- C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * L$ ^& C( [% B( w& @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: i, @ {! W& i% a8 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! e* J+ d2 \6 B/ G0 ?/ ?/ ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; @; l/ L6 ~+ z. YHow you suffered for you sanity,
( V/ L% H9 `; P1 ?4 b& ~1 xHow you tried to set them free, 0 S( b0 X6 ?1 ?5 j/ P+ r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 W) c& r* y" z0 Q) PPerhaps they never will. |
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