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) |5 R4 ^; c: A$ vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& X b' i3 z9 v' `8 b- s4 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 S9 m0 @. r3 J( Z4 m, i( J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 W& R; Y' t; k# Y4 E% Y$ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' U2 f6 K. a2 L; f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ^+ t3 s7 |& _8 C$ y2 J; \How you suffered for you sanity, 6 U* o( A6 b6 }! }
How you tried to set them free,
+ f/ \+ G5 M; C! q; NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " p m# p$ }" L$ c/ r1 a: k8 O) Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 `: Q' b3 F/ h" s5 n% |8 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 H/ F4 c. Z% M: e+ C6 n) o7 ]1 g/ T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - C F5 ~# U% N z9 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # ^9 I9 Q% k* \6 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 l( Y7 {, @" c3 M# v' |: B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 [/ G' {% a$ s( _0 p; @8 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 @; }- K" j% ABut I could have told you, Vincent, . Q7 e& A; g3 C8 W" _- u0 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 C( L& }. f5 }9 {# |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 u6 \' B F4 \' l- B! U& GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' B9 L6 r. d6 P' A+ S8 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 ?- s% Q- ]: K HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# E1 O- j& \& L! oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) Z1 g0 y, j1 X: J
How you suffered for you sanity,9 ^( Q# {! m! C5 o1 E) I* _
How you tried to set them free,
" M4 A% k( h/ B7 o2 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
) S3 Q; z# K( o" f t) zPerhaps they never will. |
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