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6 g# x# x6 i1 P" U# p3 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + p! i$ _7 G; H3 R( W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& b5 ~" ^% z+ ~' ?+ `: B& W8 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% M. F$ J' `$ \ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 H( ^7 y. I0 _6 [) h1 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) g) l4 R1 w0 E( m6 U, e( mHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 p6 k1 @! H$ y" j0 \3 ]$ M% _How you tried to set them free, % y4 F, O, X% ]+ `+ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ?0 C6 W5 e( G4 {3 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- J6 n3 e' {2 s$ R: t* G$ ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. P# |! B3 _+ }7 ^+ l7 I( @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; E% D1 {. \8 U7 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 D$ | r# c; S7 E; C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 w$ m/ c& I4 S4 I1 ], R. e, gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: D" O3 w" Y J* I7 k' r- L |You took your life as lovers ofter do, % w o Q0 R/ H$ x
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 A, m' y" T2 g, p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( f% T8 x& \$ {5 O0 d3 Y6 Q5 w" D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* p5 p' A: ^2 D/ S, KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 B1 {3 c5 O3 G! G; f0 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + C+ l8 g! n- h; r5 y' a7 s! ~% F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) L9 F! B& ~/ U" i
' }# ?0 g- i2 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 y9 I6 R/ {2 b. P
How you suffered for you sanity,5 y. |$ Q! T/ ~3 a
How you tried to set them free, 9 u# Y' R2 z$ b# x- {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ o1 V, }+ [; s9 u2 R* w; a+ E3 pPerhaps they never will. |
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