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! S) t4 [1 ~7 X6 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ?! V% k" ^& H7 W% L6 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( J e% ?7 `$ B, U4 _2 o$ {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 m8 `) @; O: `7 C: h m- i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 H: U. D. w2 f4 T( [- W) xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, T- v' D+ \3 E8 s6 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
( m% x! Z* [7 d P$ `" {1 bHow you tried to set them free, ; ?6 N( P. ?3 }# X' T) O0 |/ @0 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ?+ z0 e1 h7 |. Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; \- q! o7 ~0 |0 q. V# t7 ?* iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + K8 J: {. z: a/ I+ u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Y6 D8 x/ C6 {$ k( K; X6 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # X; [" c& m! [: I
1 l; U, V6 ~) D7 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 p/ ?/ r9 w( n8 j2 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; B! o- j1 ~5 j( |% _5 W( aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ O9 ^5 M4 r4 s5 \- [2 J4 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 g1 ^+ y0 v8 S" b1 A) j4 N3 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 V- e: o1 i. n9 K+ R6 Y; CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 T. w; ], @; d7 M! j! sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 @" }8 N' M$ t/ b. ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 K; U2 c7 n1 J( RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. D0 T/ T( N) X* |+ P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. O3 W) Y6 M. `5 c; CHow you suffered for you sanity,- Y. X3 L9 r% T: p/ I3 ^2 L
How you tried to set them free,
) F. y ` u# |. vThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 N1 ` V" ]/ g% A, n
Perhaps they never will. |
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