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+ H: F: ~# p8 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! J( P% w' B/ a7 B' T7 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; K. ?, `* [1 Q+ @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. m1 x- O* H; t+ f. h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 i: |3 C/ z- D+ x0 E( r, D2 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 A( Z* c' F6 C, v4 {How you suffered for you sanity, 1 S( g# @- V2 H0 F$ Z/ l F
How you tried to set them free,
J; x6 w M# f4 ?* rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 L5 v, s; u- o3 U) O( zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: E9 i! _) m2 A3 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * A8 I* W6 d; X7 K" i; x2 x1 @3 `2 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ q; D, e- w. u ^( C8 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) H0 b2 h! @! h
0 J% i0 C- p: R; u1 \ fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; y, J( l/ p5 I+ R2 I1 x, S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 i R& e; G, ~9 E; y; |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) t B& P* o' W" |; B4 Q' sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 X1 ?( Q P2 c5 ]5 Y& o/ ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 o5 }/ ]( i/ o6 D* f/ v4 ?% y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; W* V& R1 H- N6 S: ^. F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 r6 H' S4 A6 _( c2 n- R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - y, g }0 w; `/ S, @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 y1 Q8 t& u7 }: p4 V/ y1 O
How you suffered for you sanity,' ~# i+ H5 r" ?$ b- G
How you tried to set them free, 9 ?6 I. G5 s! r: z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 l" S7 T2 M4 b0 f/ Y+ X# S* `Perhaps they never will. |
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