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% u# X# i1 b* B* Z* @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 a; a; ^; H" ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 K! r; R2 J( G: L+ @) n( P1 Q7 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ h' s0 T; r" u6 L6 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * r' d7 N: \2 O" ^6 G+ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ E+ J$ i/ b' u d3 X6 n% w8 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ t" r8 n& W: w1 _0 C1 b. yHow you tried to set them free,
Y+ V, j7 }7 ] k MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" v [# `4 `0 b! V0 |8 |7 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 s# Q1 w& ~( r" F. `: Q0 \; n& V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 X. T3 l6 _, j, f! s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) l" k) ^$ i. d$ J* |7 _# Z9 vWeathered 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, 3 ]9 Z* a* j& O% M/ S5 n8 \4 v% E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 a1 y. |7 s& ?. r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * y7 \9 `9 W" T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
E: i1 `5 L! R1 l2 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: [8 c" t$ x6 v3 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) o, E6 N( B9 P) C; w4 s8 I7 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) j" O3 X% ?' x5 ^* Q* U3 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, `6 j9 H+ a3 j8 y! r2 h4 q
The 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, : e6 h% P( @+ a$ K+ l+ O, _1 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
: K2 O. E- ]9 D8 s3 C: [How you tried to set them free,
- e$ I1 N5 N; c+ J$ l: VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 a8 G* ?- l* ^, _& e! TPerhaps they never will. |
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