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0 z0 e- B2 d6 } cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - c6 B8 L: ^# W& h* V, T; F* m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 `' v* P! I+ d1 I+ N; m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ f: d! S* l; y D# K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ^$ T0 ^( j6 M5 m" |8 f) ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 b2 V" D3 X! n
How you suffered for you sanity,
! |7 `! w3 k' F) C5 h, H* l6 ^7 s: vHow you tried to set them free,
& h. `7 b" y$ S4 g0 P# {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 f4 Y, [4 V# g' t, C" w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 }1 N/ S$ N6 L3 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: p l. \' e1 r: V4 t- c% O' k4 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + ~: g& m% n0 `7 X9 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / C8 V: }; v N% P+ Z! {' h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 G; t/ x, E" Y2 r! rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 W6 e1 d& r' V: A3 ^4 T1 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / K4 T; _ O6 i. A) a
But I could have told you, Vincent, , J0 |/ U' E3 Y6 e9 T' {9 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; x% L+ O9 Z8 G: \ AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 O' G {8 f7 S$ V( V8 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- L t. a& |8 Q2 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) X, _, L# D* s% e: Q; ?' q* J) v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 i% o1 X* D1 v" g7 |% Q+ ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) T) v9 \# K. U0 QHow you suffered for you sanity,( U( F5 J, W" \$ k9 z
How you tried to set them free,
1 [, z: c2 h6 v/ c/ jThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 w' N5 ?# C; g: E, h; G
Perhaps they never will. |
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