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. v* n& M& |) o/ IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" b/ S) e( v7 c7 x6 t; zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ]) V: R5 h! O% y; c$ n+ y4 [7 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ |) e9 N9 h/ O# {) v# {4 t; z. @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ K. l5 p% b! a. t) Z5 _* @ ^& }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 S$ }# e0 F! p# U* N- h
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 O, L2 J, e$ zHow you tried to set them free,
# w* m1 {# k! }6 }' Q6 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - f; N) }, V& E+ p; I3 c% C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* ~; M+ o ?* g7 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
S6 [% b, p. K4 d, F& iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - G9 {# q8 M0 ~: ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ j: b! i6 q' [9 ]- B9 e: qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + t9 q1 p) \( Q* E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: H c+ o4 y- K/ F5 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 G& A5 G& {0 _5 k7 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
j8 _* j6 z2 k+ N/ x5 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / d1 _" U$ g* r% v: x$ v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " V6 C+ ^4 Q/ R$ b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ~2 k, u' W z/ m1 V. w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ y8 l: a1 w" ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) Z- x$ @3 h+ ~* h+ s, m5 e' Y; b) I* a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / q8 O9 I/ \9 Q/ K9 y& x( S6 p. l
How you suffered for you sanity,0 K- m. z' x- a3 A9 e
How you tried to set them free,
3 A$ H0 X; X" N' U& WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! Z# w5 @' O9 ?0 x" ]$ e' m9 BPerhaps they never will. |
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