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) _+ i8 B/ ^8 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& J) u* R* z/ S" r* A( LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 a, V2 x8 F+ J' B# ^ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 q/ v5 m; ]' M/ s0 `6 y0 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 l. Q, D6 C1 c: ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ g R4 N+ H0 G2 D' s
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 V) @9 c6 _+ {+ i
How you tried to set them free, # ]+ b: G9 N; `$ w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 T( [. G; T: N5 A4 W) p8 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! D. }0 ^3 ]/ \, G. RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 k, {2 `3 m) a- Z$ |3 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; _) B7 g1 o0 \! e$ O
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,
# m) H0 s" ~9 {- W) [3 p7 m, uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 }/ H% t$ U/ F: Z) j; OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 @9 l }6 ?6 a+ J: t, h WBut I could have told you, Vincent, v% ?- y) e3 g' I/ S" m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% ^8 k% j6 [1 T1 A( R* t% ` LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! n2 X; O8 p/ h) _4 X4 [$ V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 o( S& ?2 C5 Y# ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # }, j+ R- h9 z) G: P- L& e
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, % o, B3 t: J% j0 P) J0 X
How you suffered for you sanity,1 j3 U% M9 H# a
How you tried to set them free, - Z* o/ a1 }9 c8 T: M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) b) j& k) G4 `- y% ^% hPerhaps they never will. |
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