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' O W# |( v3 p& MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : {: n6 b5 v! X0 P/ k$ M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# N$ J: g9 z- R4 _# pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 U1 o; Z6 _0 A) |2 U7 z' G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , p5 e8 |' {+ F; x; p/ }7 z4 a$ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 n: P; b! b# Q$ pHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 o% [8 b! ]) o- Z, pHow you tried to set them free, + t# n5 W& u! z$ I0 h. X9 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! |) c) @9 I8 i) H; I% Q$ G6 m. o1 Y* rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 h7 l3 P6 j3 r: r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; X" N& O% z- _, F# a! }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ b, q; h5 K1 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" j5 f$ g, g6 r, U, c+ x ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
u, Z' |7 |8 u/ L. OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ]( M9 u% d) c! i' n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( R( t7 ]6 P2 V! s0 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, , Q( W' O0 x. _. y8 |: _9 r- w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % P( v8 t5 L7 n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 i2 A1 b, T+ Q4 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 q3 e1 C) i1 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + B- \) J I; ]! t5 d- U) L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ J$ |" @; u' D3 w( N9 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 d6 U8 c" |. {How you suffered for you sanity,
1 S7 a8 l: Y8 i0 Q3 b9 u3 b3 @How you tried to set them free, ; R. ]% \0 ?7 B; e( }' e: A- J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- X" s+ M% \3 _; mPerhaps they never will. |
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