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4 _; l7 o1 o0 |. vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 h8 c7 ?2 ~" w; VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - t4 R3 E- o# w- H& {3 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 G# j: E8 j% J! e4 U0 h/ F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 _3 j: ~% }) r9 s& W$ M0 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 |- N4 b( Y/ O% p7 s: \2 g
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 Y' k! n: G b2 b# ~$ O- ?5 H
How you tried to set them free, L4 ^& O0 R: e# O( X' ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 k' |: T r5 j% ^) vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 A! F; _4 }- O' n h8 v- |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Z( I; j+ K# S& K2 N% \7 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % g5 Z, z$ j1 M; W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 J" v& X3 i1 h- u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % t- F& `% g9 s) L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 N/ j/ ]7 y# p4 V7 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 j' M3 U* |$ u$ h4 D N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, S1 k; Z N" w% F$ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 g* {8 V! S) A6 M5 ?& D& O3 Z' G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ~3 S& l8 \# o2 _4 Y' J8 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 k- _7 _4 e2 ?1 `/ ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % ~9 z. K2 ?' v' g; V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. T K3 O2 [/ Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : D/ B1 {' j$ T- A6 S% |1 ^, ~+ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,9 W5 o- E- S) V; e/ e
How you tried to set them free,
, _- N9 f& \% C) nThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 m( v# e7 O) ]. s$ V" ]3 S: [
Perhaps they never will. |
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