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7 Y" G1 Q1 K B- i: MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( q9 ^# N* ~2 Y2 t$ m2 i- j. a2 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- o' ~1 {1 H3 g/ b+ p6 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 B0 @* N" E5 H/ c# C3 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % d: c w4 F3 K5 I; Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 S( v/ j# H. k# @) E+ I& W* ]How you suffered for you sanity, ' f* v" Q2 J# l1 i
How you tried to set them free,
' h0 U6 Y# ?: _6 E" A3 P" eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 y& Q% m5 u. ?- b* y BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , K( T! L3 D* ?1 z, x0 S$ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) J( U; ^' g4 ]! p. x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 Z# ^/ H- O& M5 {( M! A" ?: j+ q$ GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 i0 u' ^( w( k* q5 O7 i/ eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 Q1 I5 K; G8 T/ d$ h P, c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # B3 {" n- k( Q* P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 l l% m" C) ?# n; x% |6 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 \. ^& O4 u1 q5 U R; Y$ u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 E5 l- V& x0 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 \/ |+ J ]8 _' h4 s2 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ `3 E5 q% h. L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ d; w% j* ]7 C. l6 ]& KThe 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, : N) ]2 Z( m" N- L, c
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 x6 l6 x5 w; O: W: r" B kHow you tried to set them free,
# t- Y# S9 ^/ G2 I6 P. n0 X, AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 J1 R& R( V$ c( ^' y; OPerhaps they never will. |
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