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) g% A! ~! O& B; n( T5 H) t( gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 y' b" A& ~$ j3 M% rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " s9 I& @5 v& ?/ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ Z4 P* t# ?: t$ r" s: cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 M; j* u1 T: g, R5 E; |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( h" H% d* J1 Y& \How you suffered for you sanity,
! p6 M6 @6 k/ F# e1 ?3 N* Z5 PHow you tried to set them free,
5 ?$ r' ?! m! HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. f2 p) X v2 t/ W6 S' ]5 ]" UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 ?" s- Y; G2 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 w- |7 }5 ~' ~7 \; h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) V. l0 V: s+ s" r8 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 D# B. f; H" o! V' p% M1 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( @" i, ~2 O* KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# P7 N8 s0 T# iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , Q1 |: S! w) r7 e# r! s
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' Y) E* D" Y9 N5 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ V' u7 M% A, N9 \2 e8 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, u# Q) H& I5 R' K- N2 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 X5 e" p: O* W! C/ ], @- w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 O2 F- W' r5 \0 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" D( k8 _' o$ ~! r: ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 }/ k, v# [$ t. R. l9 H v
How you suffered for you sanity,$ v! J8 _3 M5 O4 ?7 u2 I9 `
How you tried to set them free, % V$ F0 g7 d+ P+ n
They would not listen they're not listening still, # C7 R( i+ v6 k7 U) O6 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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