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' ~# Y$ s3 Z. m0 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : d. u0 O4 c$ r O$ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 p5 x* j) g' @) `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ^" P4 m% R: e$ s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 c# W" m6 b( n4 Y' n/ H7 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 Z$ @. y2 E6 [; i! |* l
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 `+ l, z6 K- g' }/ J6 ] Q
How you tried to set them free,
) h1 f8 Y, Z8 Q3 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 I4 J3 ~' |" {- J0 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, [- m8 A+ Q9 q" N& x& v VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 `3 N7 |, Q) K4 i" b' ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . W a8 y+ R V; r" }2 X8 s9 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; \6 h( ]$ P* s/ t( @8 f8 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # K1 Z# ~) x8 [: Z9 L7 A, e* w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; d0 j- K! P7 B) g- w8 \) ?# r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 a' W p/ F" g1 t3 ^$ n. D/ t
But I could have told you, Vincent, * |8 |& M2 M5 ], c5 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 i9 t5 t9 O9 T8 Z9 |; n) cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 r' y" J6 y' q; P: p+ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ~% s# [4 L7 _9 m) @+ A5 Y d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" D" o2 {6 d( `- c. SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; h- O$ H3 {( b* D6 u6 m8 [6 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 x9 d' g$ S8 t1 g' V$ z9 L6 l0 jHow you suffered for you sanity,0 m" g# }1 g5 b% m
How you tried to set them free,
% f1 k: d% ~: ?0 p5 f4 xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 _( ?6 R3 m ?0 h! uPerhaps they never will. |
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