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# ?! f* I0 D( C6 w0 O0 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & N5 T! j: N! h3 r/ ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( C) E1 ]' ?5 @7 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" F# c2 Z# Q7 d: i: [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 [, d9 }% ? B3 k* J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 [/ u+ B% N6 n4 K5 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
T$ t0 j0 y z) O( Q3 ]How you tried to set them free, ' h( d: Q& k/ y2 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # f% ]: l' [1 Y( @ d9 i; ` D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + [; y/ J' X( [5 M/ P. G- e; {# s9 v. V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( g' R, C7 L* N# G9 {2 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 _* `& P& j7 l1 m6 r& D2 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * r2 H) A2 f: x# s% E9 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 I. t; J) H. ]: K( `% Z) H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / c9 p# t- [, G5 {) G7 ~ N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* L# B' Q; F9 l4 GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. ]. G# x$ F6 s2 D, P+ ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 t. J+ R0 K/ K6 b3 C" g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: E+ l! z( {0 O0 ~3 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 J3 b7 M# }: ~* u% ]4 C9 E' T* p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- G, [) ~. c" X$ J" `( V, e" sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ k( [& s$ R7 s6 W W$ P7 }5 }3 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 C9 a, k8 R1 h1 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
* B) Q; N7 W* G' l6 o; b0 tHow you tried to set them free, - `0 B7 `! ^% A( }' o& C' }4 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% D+ K- w( C0 _/ f* n4 B. jPerhaps they never will. |
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