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7 ]9 C7 O& A- M5 |$ gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : a# F) D: z% @, L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# H% F3 t9 ^0 E8 x/ c. I6 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; c5 l C/ g7 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % ?) P' k4 q$ c. z( ~4 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! d: k" J& E S( h6 F; d6 o
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 U; p. f( H5 M) |
How you tried to set them free,
9 b( p; H" C" |5 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ q/ _ e# \2 A c5 z" p/ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 T/ n% L* A& l) L. |* t8 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ^+ y7 Y% d- p0 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& x" b( A: p KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 P. x, I$ `, }& p9 [' UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 m ?1 T: ]0 w' b$ ?1 q4 e1 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' g' X1 [; N: O0 d1 m1 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / N: \" y+ T5 D J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 }( H O' A! I8 _2 [$ SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 v( k2 N) [$ k1 k, e2 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ^* s8 c+ z8 m! A4 F v; tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 s+ T* g0 L n9 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) O" _: Q6 p) o3 _. oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ D& H; |4 y3 H; ]5 S9 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " A' K& L$ e J6 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
# F5 O1 ], w. q7 nHow you tried to set them free,
2 T2 ^ P% @: ^ ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 G0 y g9 q8 x5 |# M" XPerhaps they never will. |
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