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1 x: o- N ^* S5 b& JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 A6 S c7 ]! }- z: D( r4 T' J! fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. t5 |/ ?8 V) W- ~1 q" UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Y( A" t! u4 s. {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " r# n5 Z8 K# ~, ~, o; [; W9 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, S+ c: R8 j6 e! cHow you suffered for you sanity, ! t9 r# p: W, n) l' \. O
How you tried to set them free, ! |( }6 t% x h) c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 m8 n# l! Y$ J9 G N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 p& K4 Q+ V' oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; y6 }4 T! x1 E0 d" P( ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 s2 K! I7 h4 m/ r# ]! } d ?% ^
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, # L. K. _+ j) C0 Q. W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 ^0 P% r9 X' ]3 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, \' w( o; M2 v; e" m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ~, ?; J! P3 m6 @; E T: o/ ?# MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 R w m5 r: F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - q4 {" T, x0 }8 j3 y8 V- m% P8 B) s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- |; N8 v3 _1 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ v( T! N7 R' pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : k' y; V. D- @4 W6 a: u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % k; J+ I6 X1 s) x7 E2 m6 X
How you suffered for you sanity,1 ^* ~) M0 i( _# f! r8 I: z
How you tried to set them free, 3 u6 P3 o5 f! \; H4 d, \0 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, + u* u# A/ @" ]8 n7 b9 o+ ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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