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2 h( n% O2 K* K- dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : H9 o/ C' p1 K: v1 ?, [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' I! t7 S$ F7 A8 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) x- n8 ~+ x/ I4 M% E2 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 b, o' ?" m- }; s1 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 \, |1 Y9 I( @3 d# u; U9 G) s, YHow you suffered for you sanity, + Z& Y H8 h8 N" Y& Z2 O
How you tried to set them free, 6 S% g. s% m# z4 U, K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 H/ J, W7 ?! N& ^; t9 l& ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ K7 k2 G6 Q3 T; QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ]( @4 T3 G1 \0 h: ~/ e5 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) n5 d7 F/ D1 l* }( k6 s- M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % x& K$ r! b R( p% C# R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- c% _: d" G% o' `( hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- G3 E0 a* B% s9 Q" vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . i4 C% s0 m9 J( D; W8 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ D4 u" z, A/ o9 Q$ P4 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 }4 h# y/ i' v% z% q) D0 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ n9 k2 c: N% X/ Q" y. X& vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ Q+ _- H5 z/ m! r8 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 c: P& x' J) O, j; c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* P' y+ V3 V: _: a" ^* [How you suffered for you sanity,% r& W: m A! Z/ n2 E0 A" X
How you tried to set them free, + O+ \. f" \$ c8 M1 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' X2 I5 e K0 F! L. Y! nPerhaps they never will. |
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