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+ [5 [5 D. _& m" o. G( ]& jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % n. O2 b+ z1 I8 O' C) d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 t; W& R# q7 V) C) Q6 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ]9 ~6 R9 z# C* \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 ?' e) m/ i t8 v6 }+ @) N, lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ I" D P/ j0 o# O
How you suffered for you sanity, * @* w1 b8 ?7 `3 y$ `- B
How you tried to set them free,
, A; |# y# A3 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! K# [* U0 ~# v0 c, t4 |, ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 O( T$ V! h& N5 f$ F# c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 r$ E3 U6 V" @6 p9 G' c# S) z0 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, e, O; Q# r: P. L% LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; G9 o* s6 e, u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 B5 l# }' C+ X4 H# b( \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ a) }" K! C6 q9 J* X! o0 f$ a. J# v5 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ Q6 ?! c- s8 C; aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 N6 m9 g: K2 u( GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Q" n9 T8 \" G0 o+ ^/ \3 Z* cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ t, Z; e; |0 c: G" H% }2 }* P5 w" a8 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & G" s% u+ @3 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - M& N* [. R% K) {3 r2 Z: P4 I
) a! P, }- C% }8 S$ t1 ~7 X" WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 g$ A4 V4 a9 u; j3 A
How you suffered for you sanity,! J- G1 |, H @# i+ K
How you tried to set them free,
) Q0 g5 e1 D/ _8 Q, k/ o: U( RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, p$ [6 m; r& R' I& DPerhaps they never will. |
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