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2 e: K& k0 B. x; HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; D5 Q: `% k1 e5 a) I* a( V, j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) a( i" m# G5 f; [* s4 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& F, L) i; K3 h+ g, M8 c" K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 V1 A9 I0 J% @; t8 S$ B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Q' ?8 j! G; A! GHow you suffered for you sanity,
: Z$ P" h. Y1 W, x9 XHow you tried to set them free, 2 t* ?' H1 w2 L4 \4 C b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' O2 i s! _ b& W& P( ?9 p( y5 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- j: k' x. A; U7 e' W4 r+ l4 v* r3 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 q( T2 ~# y# b3 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 X6 D9 z1 r% c
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 O' x+ M7 N* a: Q, |6 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. B, Y. C! t: M' r% |2 z' d/ XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% O. W* z+ i/ K" V" z5 l! h/ YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# N+ Z- w7 K" M2 l/ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ f/ n- X* z( L) ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " L) `3 y7 `( R2 J% i5 u" ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 u ~" ^ |, W+ T! T! v6 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - p" m% f! h- k. Q( {9 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 O9 ?# g1 I) h) n4 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) m' P6 X4 c* THow you suffered for you sanity,
) H* ^; c+ {/ Y7 f1 E( zHow you tried to set them free,
3 z2 W o1 j) @ k AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' P: L2 S3 ^9 y0 j$ d8 P, D' B1 RPerhaps they never will. |
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