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7 X( Z- l# v5 G" u2 `0 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 J2 S! o( e1 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 x$ g% u N+ l9 U! U2 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 {* p) S: @+ A# U4 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " O! o; h5 @8 p) d. w) a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 w7 q5 R! F1 N4 I& @9 i. ]How you suffered for you sanity,
: a/ O7 J+ j5 H" l; S2 n; iHow you tried to set them free, u' b; m" E% ~ K6 ]1 e! q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( V+ E0 g% I1 ?$ h0 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ~! K# a+ _; M% R4 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! ]( k, W1 ^# Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 A D. s' _1 Q0 o+ Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / P+ |' b: B m' y5 h, Y$ x' p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( Y* ^3 ^& p6 D5 U" h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, z+ ^; L& i9 u& }$ WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) {( u9 u* V" i( w ~; S7 NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 R5 v* n% H, p* M0 g) tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 E8 b! m" v8 H% l; W5 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % N7 u) {0 X. ]- z8 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, P- p2 j8 s6 Q6 s( W% e8 x" m5 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 {5 L& Q, o% R0 P0 j$ @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % R8 [2 J1 E# k) N* m0 A" B
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 ^1 B$ n& J6 ~6 }; ~( NHow you tried to set them free, , b" S5 ?% C. X8 h' N# B
They would not listen they're not listening still, - p7 p) w8 `' {2 Z/ ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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