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/ P( K/ o" |- i5 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 c; ]' }1 d! z5 a( `& |1 h# _$ QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
s2 j- R! {/ l) `, y- hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# x1 b! T' b0 V' H6 Z @+ B2 h1 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 j6 W j+ X! T5 }2 X+ b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 x6 _' D1 l. R( ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ r8 {- m2 E; `+ G* U7 YHow you tried to set them free, - s9 V& Y9 r1 @. Q" f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + _5 F; M/ X8 P" j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ g# {. @1 R% y0 d; M: S: ~, r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - e' |- S0 U9 c/ d: H# D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; W4 H. U W; S, W9 Z6 F HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! W6 C' ]/ V; Y/ n5 _& E& a1 d) W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % F! o( K4 ^) \8 {* `* ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 Z$ k( y4 g% b9 \3 Z( _. y( D3 A. Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 }" w X0 m( h+ _% X* H$ OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 S4 a' P1 @( [: r' w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 t [( T: q6 K5 Z0 @+ t, z N @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. H, r( @' A2 s R9 [4 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Q* R$ M! W4 X3 B! W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + g8 B+ P7 p L$ C6 X7 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 J% o. W, L& c: ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% l* u2 E5 ]; G7 [% R& U( U; `6 qHow you suffered for you sanity,) o& _# y' p2 B5 H5 A" ?
How you tried to set them free, 1 J0 V) B9 u. I& o7 J+ c
They would not listen they're not listening still, # B R3 R) D9 L% W. C# `
Perhaps they never will. |
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