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: I' i7 m' Y; d @4 B0 h+ EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 U) T- D3 s$ B3 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 V/ C' |4 @5 Q, M5 h; g' M8 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- @2 p, Q+ F; P- r8 u3 A, V2 m! b; v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / |0 E; j s w5 Y6 j! D8 q7 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* U% I+ h2 }+ I' l6 `! j8 iHow you suffered for you sanity, % b; a& M3 r5 }+ s# n& K% K6 m
How you tried to set them free, * A. @& i+ i' u. D0 y1 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# S( l+ Q- ~! ^0 h9 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 r1 M8 ^+ ]* Q% [/ JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 j* e G! y: t! L6 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " T7 w7 H3 ?) _" N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " Y3 O8 r: w. Q& a* b; Y+ |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 ~; ], M/ D8 ^) Z! J3 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) S, \$ L& v8 z7 ]7 k W6 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# j% ^2 U' Y" z0 @( p' ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
& _2 ?5 ~8 V# Y0 q9 H! l) {$ A& DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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A5 ?: O7 s( ?9 z2 @& V% OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " J" x) _3 l' ^# N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & Q0 N3 @- [7 o9 C9 w* {/ V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, Y6 E$ @; B' [: P$ E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " A% K9 a: @- G. [8 L' A& S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 E: l0 b6 x7 \4 ?2 ^- c" \How you suffered for you sanity,
2 {, m& c4 i" S3 H3 BHow you tried to set them free,
9 ~9 N) \6 ^9 a4 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 ~: V% z7 t, ^/ v5 L: `$ V8 TPerhaps they never will. |
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