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' F9 l' A% D7 ]8 R9 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ?2 W& T& h) Y8 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; H4 e$ S9 Z( H% O# _7 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) G8 }) z6 ]$ f- M4 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : {$ [9 q1 m' x9 g; M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 t' Y4 v* J7 Y+ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
: l1 @. N" Q$ SHow you tried to set them free,
8 K: Q) u$ [' K7 Q' I pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ^( g( p6 ]8 E2 h3 t% ~, k3 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 U. N" X, i1 D q) `0 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" ^5 K! Z; o2 H/ TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 F! L8 c% U) A% `5 S( j: A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + f% o) O8 p. k' u5 C B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 x9 y: s- U1 ]. T2 C# |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' m" W% x3 X* `, nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * h' C( X. f3 c% J& t0 i4 X9 H5 ] Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( G% I- l4 Y+ l# L& ~) }! _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . w& ^$ d+ [5 ~5 A# m4 Y
$ `% s2 T! U- z$ ]8 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ P) [+ O/ M& c! ~ dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# { q/ j5 o# W# |& H/ z* O/ a. eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ v* m9 T4 p) [6 L8 S1 l/ H' ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Z1 z4 Q/ M4 P4 f0 u8 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 V" S! ^; X" }. G/ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
! o- j2 [ c+ V5 W% F# G8 PHow you tried to set them free, ' ] l7 U& A9 m0 F6 ~$ M( ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& i! \3 O( f0 i z- yPerhaps they never will. |
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