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R- N$ i3 u5 t+ i" TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / R2 Z N% V4 @- |* g; N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # G! _2 `* @8 a$ G4 g# v5 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% t# P- r# j) ?/ }6 N3 q6 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 h" r0 o8 E( {4 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
u$ k5 Z! F! ?" I# b \' qHow you suffered for you sanity,
, {; v! ~5 l; Q0 Q5 k: OHow you tried to set them free, 8 A& A* k+ q5 l: d. C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ~# v8 z. R! w u$ ?4 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 M9 {; ]6 ]- V* y! ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; L: |. G: y9 Z& u: q1 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 x; G$ H! k1 s) L' GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # ^* H# { x& @- K! h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * X* j2 |' Z4 }8 ^+ g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 _4 c, C# _1 z' k; H: B# N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; @7 b0 j3 P- _7 S8 G( KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . w1 H% m/ \5 D+ p5 p5 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * W8 s' ]: p; C& O) ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / d. m/ s, T- n. ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * f: c; P0 D; d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 `1 g/ w9 `1 P$ _1 S* ?4 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( r" S5 [- w# a8 I- C8 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 b/ M ~- \" `8 F3 SHow you tried to set them free,
# _: s* V" [3 j' }5 ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 |1 W0 S" H4 U2 p- S- n0 tPerhaps they never will. |
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