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# [3 A, Q7 J* D( ]- {( H$ X; bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ b, ]9 t2 z6 n- u2 Z) lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- z0 l2 y9 c) N6 k4 J# }& wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 V: l- D4 [- g# U4 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / P# O! S0 }( p$ p4 V3 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 a) x/ g' m- E# E7 V, z
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 p; }& Q/ J7 L0 m0 E' ~2 M+ k
How you tried to set them free, % F+ U E4 ~5 j/ t, X) Y7 [ v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ Q7 J+ e. N! |& @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ [, t e% u" V5 r- }% S/ _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & Q: q; Z4 Q- ~0 Y0 O3 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) \. s! }1 ?1 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ N4 T$ d6 A/ M. _: A3 V+ ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' |' U. q, }) b$ H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) \5 \* T3 I1 Z4 J# tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! F3 [$ J3 G. q! D" yBut I could have told you, Vincent, : o; Z1 x6 P/ A( O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! K9 K2 H7 W' b* U6 }* w% _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# Y6 a4 g. [& k O: ?* \. ^0 m: kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% h% o# r) m( |# [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 s5 ?, N+ Z+ i. C3 n) d/ I6 ]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,
9 K( k% S" V3 \6 d, t' CHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 A! H" d% v. v; q E; MHow you tried to set them free, + M: u A* r9 f0 M; R
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 b/ R9 K- t) V- a
Perhaps they never will. |
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