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; [7 }% Y% R, V; D( _) Z1 E1 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 E; x% S1 g' n' O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 `; B0 D- h8 v* F) q. j4 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; M/ K" Z' g* BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ k. ~1 \9 y4 w% O3 Z6 x, XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 h% b% {# F% THow you suffered for you sanity,
/ H3 L) a+ s ?8 N5 r: nHow you tried to set them free, ) {5 o/ ~+ d. P: Y0 x2 H& L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 g5 T1 M3 m* n( y- XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 e. q1 ~3 b! q# Z- s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) T/ g$ t# p. B2 g4 g: I0 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Q" H) C6 M* c5 i3 I) {3 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * ~" d' F$ z) P6 R/ ]- _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ F: A, i; r4 J& g* i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 P8 ^* e% |/ l: w# a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# G5 \8 x. o( u; ?, z+ t5 DBut I could have told you, Vincent, / C" o' n4 e5 `& m/ T- w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : s4 _+ I/ b) \2 L# ~8 z! ]- R2 S! A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 r% G1 @6 ^. U* l2 u1 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - K J' {+ V" f) T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; V+ R& W0 `6 J1 n7 e( W6 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; m2 k# h' v; F5 J- sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Z* R+ J/ t5 g* H. A+ P- T0 W( c' q8 S6 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 z( j3 {' [- O' }3 B: N) M1 Q2 LHow you tried to set them free,
g6 h+ A, ?% V) Z5 I. c* c) iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 {* U$ n! z6 E- g) H6 B: |
Perhaps they never will. |
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