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3 |; e# F2 _3 M, p4 m& s' s0 C: yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ r! `$ \. X' ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % S8 ], [# Y! m. @5 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ H1 k8 Y- ~2 j6 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * N# E+ H0 n/ ~) }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 F) v5 w! e' _How you suffered for you sanity,
2 T9 W g9 s& n8 VHow you tried to set them free,
( j; G1 C+ b9 q- YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* I0 ]- E. k) }) ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 @1 K7 B" z; M0 H3 g1 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 E) E D5 ? b3 X8 n) m! W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : @ B2 i# r# b1 Q1 H- t5 |
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,
# x- B3 p' Y, w# z) k* T7 A' d% XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 i1 k' w- a" ?# m i7 P$ }You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( n3 z& T' T' z5 Q3 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ [3 [+ f' o- ]3 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! Y" E0 w5 V! _4 d- ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ G* s" o d9 B7 ]& E+ G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ^/ u6 w& }8 S1 T# iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( {4 ] Z9 Y9 @" j5 d+ a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 u2 P Y9 C V6 o5 [( I- E- ?; KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' H$ a3 s2 M# A. v' X( @& gHow you suffered for you sanity,$ @6 j! ^3 L" e7 P3 Y9 Z
How you tried to set them free,
3 Q6 \2 w( |; }8 yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ u4 H* O0 I0 A4 LPerhaps they never will. |
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