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" h* ]7 H% H% V3 Q+ i. X$ F6 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 U! v: v" w `$ \1 s; c5 W+ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! l J" ~$ L5 ]# F/ Q: h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 C7 u; ]& j1 y. _& W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 Q, Q0 _6 N1 `" a$ b [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) z w; B6 i! h% `0 c& dHow you suffered for you sanity,
* R p8 A1 i% K. ~% K) E* ^2 uHow you tried to set them free,
Z( M$ m L" J7 M9 m1 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 S9 G) r( x, E7 w* l" cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 z8 ^; ^7 C b6 L# R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' A, a+ l% }$ y1 q- t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ o! t9 R2 E0 V% b- b1 t! H* L- a- qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) V5 p2 S+ j; h, ]2 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 v6 C) o" T7 D) Z9 i( n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 s. r6 Y$ G2 W, B0 w' T& Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 ?6 C7 ] \0 J5 f- d1 E% J" t
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( ?2 ?( l$ }! y3 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 q8 O2 O, G" i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ j7 y1 n1 a1 p! @4 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % ~# s0 }" \( d- e! P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- H( {1 |: K. lHow you suffered for you sanity,
) [$ P& [9 m) lHow you tried to set them free,
b! E6 E8 z6 `! {- VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 d- L5 e' s3 Q2 o; Y% s yPerhaps they never will. |
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