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) R, `; |1 u7 ]; }% L# x" K0 H1 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) a1 `9 ]$ V$ s ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ b, E5 X/ f* d! m8 S l3 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) h9 e0 t9 K# n+ D! o( L: p$ R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 i3 `( z& k! e8 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. {# A) S% _ nHow you suffered for you sanity, ) p+ T, ^8 y' u Z
How you tried to set them free,
" t8 R6 A; `+ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 v; y+ [9 \/ w7 l* A& lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: J1 k6 D Z, J; |0 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% k/ k6 E" y0 s, RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( f3 ?" f4 Q2 R3 _ e5 E6 |7 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 C6 l2 L8 L \4 V' o8 K! s: P. w& v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, o- u" x4 N, U8 Z% E* KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, i8 c' P7 {: {8 A |7 v6 Q$ Y* t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- v9 S/ H1 u. |5 i8 A( jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 P" G/ G! U/ T7 Q$ O0 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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@& ~" t+ r% S+ L5 |& x# vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " E! Z3 U* G! M6 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* L. s9 e0 r4 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " l% l: W7 T3 K3 c+ M' y
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,
) O( o& J5 b4 ]# o0 Z2 w9 sHow you suffered for you sanity,% e, n6 {, b# C3 Z( B. O$ P
How you tried to set them free, # r: Y# G6 Z( k* I+ x4 B% R& t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 h; r; ?4 k& `! }0 G2 Y3 PPerhaps they never will. |
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