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5 B! w/ F- W3 g! d4 Y! a, m; ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : h0 ?, ^! t& \ A0 p9 d0 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 T' B+ t5 j Q2 Q" ^+ o* rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 p% ^- ?7 m% K- ]* {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & M G) T/ Z5 Z( v# a( B0 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ S* x, _4 b6 V9 X
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 y5 E5 O) P$ ]$ k) b7 a
How you tried to set them free, / Z8 X, x" A" U& _' f5 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 n7 j# u9 F$ \, ? o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 V) ?0 m# K: {. R- o* p" T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , `2 P' m% F7 s& I4 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " c6 H! w5 `: a B I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ^+ v6 v# G+ k2 ~5 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, v$ b0 s8 J0 E2 g0 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 {) E' R) g# nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& k0 d% z( N/ W( sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 }# C e$ M6 f; w* i# M/ h: o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 _6 c8 G" k Z- [/ Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; c! S6 |; q# G D; F# z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- R& H! G: V1 O4 e- B5 Q; rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, W6 S4 k9 F# xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 E$ x* u% c9 b7 n" L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! K9 Z$ ?; ^6 b- U& J
How you suffered for you sanity,7 B% \5 H: j5 F* @% v
How you tried to set them free,
1 A, d' X, f0 s' O/ [. u2 ~( G# lThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) _; ]. @+ ^ f) |& c! v% q
Perhaps they never will. |
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