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! h# C* R6 _1 x) X: E- R1 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & f% S" X* `, P( q6 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% y4 }; j0 i8 X; f3 P) ^0 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 X5 s4 j. m. D% {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) C) u" f0 ]! a, ^5 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) U( O7 |* k% R3 c. ^) K
How you suffered for you sanity, a6 |8 O7 ]. V" }4 Y( ]) T& ?
How you tried to set them free,
" q h0 v4 @) K$ ~: L' x; }0 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # _: d' q* ?4 n+ {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. i/ R& _) Y* I1 f6 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ s/ E; z. x1 q$ R+ bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & A+ f) m0 e5 ]7 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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h+ |( V5 ~9 J9 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% h2 P, @ a" \8 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" z* r) Q6 D: {; ]5 H2 T/ g3 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ]6 Q* g! S* k4 T" J( F S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; X/ \, z1 N G) Y- n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 {7 X! c; f6 m x3 S2 w3 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; H* v0 K6 E1 {3 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
A) {; r) s2 U& ]# D% W! @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( E7 \* m4 g8 I7 T3 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ u0 [7 E* @/ M3 ~4 c' G* L1 j1 c6 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' b9 p3 Y8 k7 y/ i# e. i
How you suffered for you sanity,5 ]2 Y# V7 I1 E9 w" Z/ T& {. _
How you tried to set them free, # _0 w4 v k% n4 Y9 ~0 a9 g% i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ ] ^% q+ I4 W9 \7 x' K! G# _5 iPerhaps they never will. |
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