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- |+ L% }& g, o; ?. j3 \- pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; O/ {1 H) n4 @1 @% kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ }- h, w. Y! b5 x& Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' L+ U& Y. c% u. @% j5 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , G4 [: o n7 T% K& `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 h* p0 `9 v6 h- O# z+ m
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 |4 X8 W7 A0 B* k8 K M
How you tried to set them free, . e% g' ]1 y& U9 O9 F( q$ d A; [3 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% H% u9 \5 j: L$ w1 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- I- X- A. e s6 t _. iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ m! s3 h" y* r9 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 r/ L a3 U9 z8 ]8 S. h; d( wWeathered 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, ' Q+ \$ f* m7 l. V2 W9 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 k2 C' ` F, {2 y; H/ d$ I$ tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " s. J" A, Q- [! H
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' j, e7 A0 L5 l* d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / @3 r* \2 i0 s4 y8 y5 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - D. G$ K- Y& r; j* c, U1 r f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 m2 [0 {" m3 }% I( OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 ~- ~9 v2 v) tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 B8 p9 H6 y3 k0 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
; K: D' X4 ^, w' RHow you tried to set them free,
7 ?, N( o; W% gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% q% n- L+ k0 J% W$ [: YPerhaps they never will. |
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