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( Q. R, ~& ^- \( o8 W, tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' x+ o) D* {9 \* e0 H' Q4 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # F9 v, t1 ~" f1 F( a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ t0 u5 U& J9 t) d# Z( }$ JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) N9 ?8 _& @) b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( T2 ]$ F4 q7 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
% E" |* _2 c! k+ O9 |! bHow you tried to set them free,
( x' D5 m3 i$ zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; |' f0 @7 h( ^/ `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - H' }- A' D. m- E8 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 g) U3 l- J8 R8 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! r7 G/ o1 }" ^, @3 ~: M! U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . t* ^" [" c4 u5 ~& Y9 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 R" M& R8 N2 k" M2 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 o+ T; _- u8 m& p" g3 G' t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: ~, l: \ V& j5 h" ^But I could have told you, Vincent, * `! Q; {1 i) [: g9 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 X m9 B0 p0 h& l: VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " E1 [6 d( r8 j6 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / n5 _0 v/ [7 y- m& v0 d+ y6 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 m7 t0 K. _' j7 E% a% uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: [- t0 X; q+ i* ^, e' b, Q3 U! m- j. PHow you suffered for you sanity,5 y8 R+ v* l. P% {5 f6 I
How you tried to set them free,
6 A' F' a" R6 v |9 O# FThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 j! l# u- J3 V$ W7 E: Z( t
Perhaps they never will. |
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