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: L: F" X, k: rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 G4 M+ [. q% B( _1 x, ~; |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. D+ m! b* L% G' u0 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Y5 e; |* N4 M2 f; `! I" xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 y/ ?# o0 _5 S8 K+ B% x7 d& o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," i$ {* `( R, H# d1 N: B h
How you suffered for you sanity, ' a4 F$ @* |' D
How you tried to set them free, 3 v8 x$ V3 v6 {! w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) ^% t& m, h; K; n; GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' s4 l& s2 Q, o2 o: ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * p+ Q' y* L+ y6 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, A! l; S, i W9 h5 [: x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* i' u7 b1 i8 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 y$ ?, k/ ]: L# M- j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 C3 ~ `1 a* T" h8 y" s8 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" e, \/ O. I7 n- K. q8 S9 e+ yBut I could have told you, Vincent, * O& r" z; n: b2 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' L3 q3 l4 A4 C6 [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, i' ?; I; l: D0 \- V% c2 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * S" Q9 _, z3 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! |6 y& d8 Y8 W7 d' L6 Z0 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 @. J3 b2 c! p1 i: d/ ]1 L
How you suffered for you sanity," H$ }) ^1 e( n% {) i& a+ H9 o
How you tried to set them free, / \. t, x; M" _8 ^. v& A/ s8 ?9 \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* e0 g% @/ V8 t! [! d" J+ E- k8 WPerhaps they never will. |
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