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! t9 C9 S0 ?8 c/ r$ w% j, eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 n& |9 H9 i! u2 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ~/ R) P: J1 `- {0 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. _. x2 {0 u0 H& o/ a, j s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 Z% v4 Q9 h! O: J3 V3 V; q# BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ d$ Z0 T& c) p/ }* g
How you suffered for you sanity,
]- O, A& z/ r. w* DHow you tried to set them free,
2 r; ^% p$ }( j3 N5 q5 h# r$ t8 T ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& _2 B$ o ?: a5 T- e" |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ?8 J6 w' I- d9 k5 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ q$ f) A9 G7 o8 ~" uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 z# N- H( c/ [: Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 N) a0 Z7 L. k e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 r# ]( G* W7 P- Y! uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 `) r2 c! x9 @% b, p: K# @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 m& c1 E% s l6 m! Q TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 C9 f& E# J+ P/ i2 c+ EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 _3 t+ y K3 s! g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * E+ c* b/ Y. j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. H+ T# c k7 i2 w5 C7 L+ R2 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , c/ z0 m1 A# P* A$ |
How you suffered for you sanity,) Q# z; ^6 s4 l& p9 m) {( h
How you tried to set them free,
# d- |! w t% x1 DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' f' }. R# ^- \9 OPerhaps they never will. |
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