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' J* o! I! e n Y5 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
G C' R* P6 h' QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. G: @+ Z* S- a) r; ]% I% MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 @0 ?: s+ g7 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: K3 |( O+ x4 a# P) v/ Y1 N1 s* [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, u+ ^) h9 |6 ^. e# EHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 E, z+ q. k/ e/ L* I% L$ I% aHow you tried to set them free, : f( q+ j% s0 V5 O/ P6 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 |5 \! F6 R: q) Q h2 ~2 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 s6 h6 P& w8 H) s( U- ]1 l6 P( LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , M8 }( {: ?2 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 |# e' l5 A5 i' ]0 I6 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . L# p d( r! k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' Y2 f. q: l" H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # _1 l& T! ]7 V9 ?6 W& u' A- E& U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ J( \. W3 t- |; e: n8 @; T. h: P o8 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 f; u% w3 u3 b% U9 i. g8 d8 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# D( z0 Z5 Q$ R4 t! U# ` xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% l) Y) ~! \) i& }7 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 [' |5 u) q( B/ f3 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ M, G0 |" n3 j. @- l; uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ y' l" e) w; E z7 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; h+ Y2 c- z+ V: z) s
How you suffered for you sanity, j& H* n* B5 \$ e' w$ [
How you tried to set them free,
8 [4 _2 O! W1 k! WThey would not listen they're not listening still, : k4 L7 V3 d, P- O
Perhaps they never will. |
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