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# _, x' T6 m& z' k) C5 H& xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 ~2 }. @1 N' D& W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! q) R) X' a# C m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 @# x2 [2 i2 m) N7 x6 p4 K9 n* @" \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - t) D* g' m8 n$ V% `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( X$ X0 N$ e# ~+ N. E& Q& _) XHow you suffered for you sanity, . L% {) ^& o" ?, D, I
How you tried to set them free, 7 @$ | I: ^1 [: v$ b8 ]% G5 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% W6 Q* b- k, DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 V+ l! e! {' F3 |! i7 ^# |, ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
m. \- [2 H; Q* MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% T6 _; \% r! [8 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 e6 w9 [* `' q7 S" a& g! d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, }% P* L3 M/ s/ `You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) |: l( i+ r. m/ R3 b% ]9 e6 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ k! H& f5 X# O& H: d; G7 [6 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 W" J0 P- h0 ?4 N Q& D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 h' u y/ ~5 g5 ` L# u- N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
c8 S. h w* R j2 X/ `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,
2 B1 g. ?- d3 u) I) c2 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
# d+ R T, ^# uHow you tried to set them free,
/ w* o$ V/ `' n' k R' L( F, tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 D9 d) B5 B/ Q6 TPerhaps they never will. |
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