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! j( u1 j2 l6 i! y0 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 e) h8 f, K7 _7 c* r' j0 G1 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' t) d1 P+ Y0 ] @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 A3 T$ x, b" q% k% `( f1 Y3 c1 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 t" i0 N5 v7 W/ t/ ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, G) B2 P G+ s& M3 O" D# YHow you suffered for you sanity,
! } D. N8 s4 L* s* g# rHow you tried to set them free,
% D7 E' s* K Z+ H. QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( }3 b3 u2 d" g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) O( T5 ~$ ?3 c5 g3 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ~7 v0 q2 k8 m$ |5 F* @& a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' [: X! o4 A/ x1 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : k4 ~; q0 X) Q! d+ [+ ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 x( a5 @7 }- K% e( V* x' _1 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # _" z. W9 {) J( ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
C7 N% B6 O K# RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 d+ v! j* A- p2 T7 a* IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 z/ J( w- c* @+ J5 n* d7 B# H/ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . F X5 M- r# p Y# n% p+ ?% ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 p; n; h( n- e7 m$ J/ W3 K" bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 I6 i+ s7 J' d4 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - q' p+ E7 S! `/ d- X9 U1 [9 j) B
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 b$ H) D2 B4 }* X/ fHow you tried to set them free, $ ]9 `+ y8 ]3 p9 [! h
They would not listen they're not listening still, # x5 ~& M E9 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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