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0 E# F4 P" f8 E: w. D! ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. I8 k0 R+ \9 }; ?1 s( v& sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( G1 j6 ]+ t& W, `( L' v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% F1 [% O! X1 ~* M# a- Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 c$ T$ C% [! N4 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 m0 ~. h% e. k( a( x+ ?. \& ]How you suffered for you sanity, + O0 J6 i8 t7 E
How you tried to set them free, 8 T( C8 q8 o, D+ ~+ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * h( W% G9 U: q u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : z% w* o( T9 ^# X; m, ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 r0 p( s1 n! z ]7 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 Y4 U t# M. l/ ^. [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - w( U2 \3 z$ v- c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! U! o2 N* u# i- s5 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. b5 f4 J F+ Q3 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 G+ k8 z& O, {+ g! P, y x! g
But I could have told you, Vincent, + G2 v a5 \- M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * B1 I' p5 u, h% n. H# w5 B7 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 h, \' q8 W" F: k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* L% ]/ Y) J# J [- {. nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 s+ f) P4 C6 {" b" O9 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + b& U- K7 u* q% t
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 B9 w: B2 f2 q) J7 @How you tried to set them free, * T3 T- o4 x6 }& E* u- G
They would not listen they're not listening still, * P5 o9 d/ ]& o$ `6 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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