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/ m* W2 E) A, v; j7 i# D8 ?1 c( P* \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* [6 q2 s9 g: M6 i/ x. Y' x3 p! uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 T" D" U E8 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 t9 t% ^) n3 k' J$ _; J9 J% J; r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 C5 g f3 Z, G+ n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 a$ M3 D2 _0 m! WHow you suffered for you sanity,
# U8 a- P! i% ?3 N- z9 CHow you tried to set them free,
1 A7 |$ c' V$ w% Z' i) {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
D! Y2 A+ n4 B) X4 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 P0 M9 K/ `8 c: P7 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 S$ W1 c" q( F1 S( @' n8 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % b* C& b7 \ Y) u" {% W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ | B' e/ @" x% F3 I- I" x$ v* @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, C8 s( x) \3 R% V2 S: O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
x. ^8 N7 G* t6 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, * e c$ G; \8 q9 v- H/ B9 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" F* S! I/ Z; e; R/ u- T* K3 q+ S4 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& s2 h7 w& t4 v$ Y+ @8 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" O- q9 F; |" g" K U/ v# L( BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; e; w# E! o; W9 l0 Z3 r
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,
% F! O3 L4 y; J+ U6 d+ u: iHow you suffered for you sanity,' V2 r% n. N+ [6 j$ ]/ `- A
How you tried to set them free, 7 Z P( f. K/ U7 M l* q' _2 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 O# ^* \* Z' }Perhaps they never will. |
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