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* i- _& b! C! H* k j6 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 m9 Q7 d6 G6 ?, S" I; T0 O1 q3 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 e# q7 x+ y, Z2 R% CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ z' ~8 R, v q. n3 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* i: `& @! J. H; a9 y: Y: uNow I understand what you tried to say to me, f: l e3 m% W' I8 ^: f
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 Q0 b& t$ s/ j) l& c
How you tried to set them free, ) g9 R2 x6 y6 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # Q, s6 j' _1 M m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, P: g- F4 K9 L- \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 t- D. R2 S1 ]( Q( @4 ^" E+ T) `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , U8 M/ A9 x" H4 B7 h( P0 @
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,
" M- @8 X- n, u. ]% L! @6 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * N5 K. x, i$ x9 T1 m- u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. b+ K8 a) p) V. M' QBut I could have told you, Vincent, + G1 ^# r/ c. b# e& D" p6 I2 o7 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / j- d7 d- Y I, o& q8 j4 l* T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # Z( {7 |: e' n; \9 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 X y6 O, @ \3 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * K. J* g6 m9 x. \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ^+ d5 G& Y) o6 N" ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , y! F5 K+ m4 b/ ^9 p6 F6 v5 \# O
How you suffered for you sanity,$ @$ a6 Q" ~+ _. _3 J5 x" t8 Y
How you tried to set them free, * ]1 ]: E. Z6 ~* b
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( A! G& o! G# M% ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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