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. n" c, j" R# C( ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 T+ Y+ u7 X) l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 G3 x( P) F V% s' l* BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
\5 a) z7 J+ F& r" q8 ]- zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 l' f0 s) m' K+ h4 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# O+ Z6 u. U& k7 E5 H
How you suffered for you sanity, # ?5 M/ `2 Q' H9 A# E9 {2 d3 z( ^) E
How you tried to set them free,
; u6 u: I; D$ M+ g, NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 j: e" g, J! T4 P' A7 X- v5 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" K7 j9 ?6 Y% q$ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ w8 _6 l' g! YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) O V. r% B0 W; m0 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . X4 F% v! K& ?% z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 R* A3 ] K- ~. U1 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 V3 m+ u: X/ U. I8 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& W& ]' V; F7 `0 T3 i& QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' a ?1 Q2 v$ Z7 `: x; {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & y' ^7 m( s. K" ^; N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ J; }3 x- c% u4 B2 h$ C5 ?6 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ~6 L) @( @ _# YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) y2 u4 ]$ k/ ~3 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 m# u: e1 s& H; o/ i5 u( \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! `' [/ t. R+ E0 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
! e9 u9 a2 U% ^0 [% eHow you tried to set them free,
$ r+ H" F5 D0 e# f- g7 _: g$ EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- I0 [9 \. c0 uPerhaps they never will. |
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