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) K. X9 c! L/ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 G& m2 l4 v& g: w" U% V+ DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + x; m& V! F9 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( C% R2 k- s) A& K) b1 B- b0 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ]: r3 t; _/ `& e% i$ q% T$ \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," W, l; L3 h$ q! K: F
How you suffered for you sanity, ; R5 `& m' n- \' e" }4 W0 _
How you tried to set them free,
1 g9 p* v7 U# \/ n$ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! {4 i$ H4 w# v- j3 ?# r. i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 O' w3 t1 M9 i$ e- j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) a8 v+ s4 |$ `4 _' e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ P, d& x+ n5 ^ `7 Y. O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' F* W& N5 K. N) F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 P, ^" X: G; L* o, ~; i5 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ F3 h4 j7 \( E8 P$ n# G' lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' e! H1 R/ z. p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 b: {# g0 x# H, t i* `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 _5 J0 H5 o' }$ K$ s u/ F4 M; hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 {3 X# P2 ^! X' C/ a% g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 V8 J7 E6 y% U! {; i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; z% |6 v% S: U" ]9 S: b. E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, x+ |0 v) L+ _: t, \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 c" G) Y. V7 i+ x' ^
How you suffered for you sanity,4 l- k7 b# Q+ w# Y; k
How you tried to set them free,
3 @) Q, V( ^# Y/ V! CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 B. X% c( R8 L2 WPerhaps they never will. |
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