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. j C$ O Y6 A5 h. cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 D* y$ A5 h* n( V) Q0 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- O( f3 p. G2 X( JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 Z- }9 s. q& n5 j# q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! I* O# T4 y6 t9 _7 H hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. \$ D. ^! h& k/ fHow you suffered for you sanity,
X2 o+ G% n5 i/ ZHow you tried to set them free, - n! J$ Z- d. k/ B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' W; e8 I- d+ W I6 n8 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 b& A( r, O- d) v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- b3 c: T2 z! Q2 t8 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 \$ A. C% k2 J8 ?' B5 \# CWeathered 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,
0 Y* s" h/ s) Y; v# m' ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, w0 C2 i2 `# e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Q9 r# P9 P! I. g9 g6 o; zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 d- K+ T2 Z4 m$ F- f& uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 O( Y+ q y. W9 _4 E5 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- U( r" X' d) ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " K% p) f/ ` h0 {4 \7 ^4 m% k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 l1 ?' X( Y) R) m! M9 ]0 WThe 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, ' R/ }9 g F N N% y3 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
. k3 r: z ~; G. ~How you tried to set them free, & m/ \$ a8 O" r2 F3 X# c! F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* H% u& T, a& i' t1 ]" ?Perhaps they never will. |
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