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0 @+ {. P+ f0 c7 Q' A/ U9 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % R q( i! W* J# ^9 i: S _2 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 u7 L1 j" j* p% Y. u) H. CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, g; s" W p% f! QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 y0 y: p4 w, g* n" `2 z$ HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% R2 ~( K2 k. g. f
How you suffered for you sanity, / C4 \) q U E! P) z/ O; b8 M) `
How you tried to set them free,
8 ~/ }- s0 P% O# UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ u1 [2 U( i. \1 _8 F) zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) _* d9 D% _ q% t2 e2 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. d7 T. @6 A2 u3 T( ?: q! Q# [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . ?, L$ h& x6 }1 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 X/ N. [' C. S( u$ P z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% q+ e+ c2 P5 r$ f* sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; v: X6 D. u, o* x. Y% tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, c, a: u. a) F9 d- T( e+ B3 r% n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 T2 }! {( C. i4 J" T) g/ GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / c/ ^: i! j+ ~+ i, s3 J- y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 V% `7 ?6 r! `' E3 v C( b+ _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ^( N* C+ z' qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; R7 E2 }9 J* V2 i" j& _0 Q7 S' |: Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " E0 v4 r! t7 J- C6 l6 Z* G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' f3 C, o5 \2 V8 r8 V; J4 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
% X3 J7 b4 D" G! ` ^How you tried to set them free,
1 g6 h2 C$ \) t: S) yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 F4 Q5 L+ e$ N4 ?# x
Perhaps they never will. |
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