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; O( Z) Y% ~- X2 Z" F2 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - K8 C$ J! n' a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" X; Y+ K3 x6 e3 c/ ~2 z4 J8 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 w7 ~& ^/ X* U8 @# H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 w0 t, |2 j- K( F& z0 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 u6 V* ^3 f% _( J E- S/ a
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 }* X# k p! O: o6 M+ I! [, H. KHow you tried to set them free, n# p9 m* T+ j8 l: k( ~/ g h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 t4 E) |! C, N1 s- r x/ t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : }& X; s9 ~' Q' V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 ]5 z# T. g* Y# |! K, o9 U& h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . T( \& n- r9 p& O2 [+ H) h( X
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, 4 R v1 f9 P8 U' _. h& v; a+ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: u0 X7 ?4 r4 D( h4 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! v+ O+ ^' O1 W7 K0 U, ~But I could have told you, Vincent, * |% U/ e ^/ l8 |3 P" h% v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 R2 L: W% T* p3 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 n3 d' j0 c8 X! p. K, CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / | x/ H3 r& Q; c/ w1 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- Q; V4 j0 Q9 a7 x+ {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 X& D/ }2 h+ v6 m7 U [ U
: `+ l; n$ q3 F# y/ ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
`4 ?3 T* ?- Q4 W) ]. X, u0 W; fHow you suffered for you sanity,
\" Q5 U5 l0 @: o5 h) DHow you tried to set them free, 7 Q) l& [$ p% A/ j: k- E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 ]2 B. x: f- |' b- F* Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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