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/ I+ T/ O ~. |5 D1 T' M# mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . G( S9 \; p6 a: T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * a2 V) ]& K( g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ W1 w+ c# [9 ^5 W0 R6 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + m( z2 P! v, G7 A8 G9 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 h0 L1 T) y! Q3 i6 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, - r' E& Y2 H/ N
How you tried to set them free,
: L' n& I. ^" L6 n- r5 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, n3 O$ M Q3 z# F* s' a0 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ K+ g. o! p4 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 @; t3 h0 d8 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 H: ]% K2 f W( g8 |; R$ g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * {* N! {9 u! o5 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , I9 P% r- }6 O1 `2 r& a5 z- R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' D3 t) ] D: W7 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; n" x; k# |& _$ }' j; E2 M/ ~5 }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 a' e! k) H! Q- G' Z$ l1 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ b% M8 q8 W- hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 B. G$ i% g# ` d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & u# a2 p Z* J. i0 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 l7 B0 r: Q$ u0 c7 g
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,
- _0 U& c/ g+ w7 Q4 [7 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
* P( M* L# L8 nHow you tried to set them free, ' c5 |* j/ t, g& i! Z! n! ^# ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- t$ c; P3 r7 s/ g, EPerhaps they never will. |
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