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+ a" u4 w- x/ e aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% ^ f, q# G( RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
|! U0 w Z# ^ ?3 f; zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# ~% s+ y# { ?# j# h$ p5 q# Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! j/ v- _; |( c" ^ u! L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 D& V* q6 I' C; v: M7 f- x
How you suffered for you sanity, * Y1 j4 z0 Y$ V* u
How you tried to set them free, * c/ n+ o# b: I1 e* f# O- ?- l- e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. \) H3 h7 r& H6 c }& MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + c$ I) I9 g! l2 h* w0 o, b# m; l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 t+ h {2 l7 [& g( h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : U& \' Z! X: h2 P( e" G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ |2 \% Z0 z% K) O7 Q+ PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! u& {. i! n1 Q ]5 c- A8 f. M$ i" a$ q8 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 j( I [; T( {3 y* d6 d# l! H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. g" ], c, ~) f6 i0 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 }) m+ I9 m. P- C3 U( T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! \2 a2 O$ b0 B. r- H% q+ jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * H& i( n4 k9 k! J" e, B8 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 m4 }" b0 a+ N: r2 x. D% [' m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 @2 w# c1 Q1 ~
The 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, & s o8 O( S5 L s ~0 w% N
How you suffered for you sanity,
, F) {3 i n- aHow you tried to set them free,
6 o& o2 n% H+ N+ q" O7 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 w. V4 U. b2 z+ _Perhaps they never will. |
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