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) F/ U, ?; s9 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* w# B( s( i; h* V. lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 e! g: B h/ Q4 w0 G( L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ p2 v5 i+ ~+ m. p0 H) CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * D4 ]% a+ c( Y* I0 P6 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 Y( I! f6 n* K/ |How you suffered for you sanity, - l7 s$ ?3 v+ O8 P, L* n' |
How you tried to set them free, ' y+ J( {, h) B2 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* O1 H8 [) w- B3 i$ y& [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, g: F9 k% E5 k! |, E: NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* q& d& ?/ c% ?0 b$ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / t5 r K1 }: `, v) m: ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 _) G! N% r' E1 T2 U+ I3 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * A) t2 v/ }$ i4 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. v" u5 d# r9 m( `% F6 ^/ D7 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* P- |2 j, T9 q _3 T% s/ ]5 v, @+ K$ ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: Q8 }! v* t6 _ u0 h* @2 D* C# [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 N0 S! f W0 I% }2 x3 {1 l) m0 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + l l8 L D( G6 k: v0 g- r: L7 O; k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " k- s* |5 V8 X0 Q$ N2 R% _0 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 S. L* V" Y1 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 P7 s( ]/ A5 A# K5 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 O6 ~+ ]& g' V) E! X- \How you tried to set them free,
( H/ [( g4 B3 K T! gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, e9 u# V6 E' _7 hPerhaps they never will. |
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